Have you ever hoped
The dead could come back to life...

Streams after streams of silk, you knitted -
Like a solemn harpist...

Sometimes, you tell me of your dreams:
Distant, yet vivid enough...

You smiled and told me you've found the joys of...
As you walked on - gracefully...

How are you? My wise, unmoving friend.
You, whose leaves today hold - carefully...

You told me of your dreams, always in black and...
Distant, with faded outlines, finally turning to...

'Sally... she died,' my daughter, Lily, whispered...
She wept...

It seemed all was lost: happiness along with all.
Phantoms lurked silently as I screamed...

Brick by brick, she decays:
Yet broken dreams haunt her still...

In the purple woods of loneliness,
With the harvest of sorrow...

Dead - here she lies:
the dove with no wings...

They sit, silent, under the night-time sky,
With stars twinkling - like tears never to fall...