The hiss of your existence
lies alongside the dead trees...

Looking ahead
as the dark blue tides come crashing in...

I was dreaming of dying again.
on a comfortable couch...

It's strange to not ask questions
as a lifetime goes on and on again...

(Continued from The Night Bird and the Apostate)
The dying sun has shunned the last of its light...

She said, "tell it like it is."
In the other room, I hear her voice...

The things I really want
have faded away...

She asked impatiently,
"Why won't you love me...

The Apostate was clear
He didn't want to believe...

A traveler came to me.
A traveler between worlds it seem...

I looked down at her casket
And I remembered what she said to me...

I lie here in bed, watching
the time wound of shadows...