Smile my child for i have come
have you missed me very long...

Today the thoughts of some old man
have seemed to come to hount the son...

What a friend i had
more faithful than a brother...

I lost the life i long to lead
along the worn and trodden path...

Sitting neath a willow tree
i looked upon the place id set...

In far there was an infested land
that sat twixt the raging seas...

I had a dream so fair
she looked as if moon had a daughter...

A jesters only smile
the truth hidden behind a fear of death...

Truly begotten of gods own heart
the son the reason for an ever doting smile...

Saturated heart of indistinct proportion
entranced by the dignity of love unfolding...

A mist upon the far off shore
cast below this rage of emotion...

A vast unmeasurable
prostrate in humiliation...