The crunch of frost gave way beneath my feet
As the morning sun fought off the stubborn mist...

To breathe in woe and then bemoan the...
Can bring no kind of sympathy or peaceful rest...

When lilies and dahlias
thrived on my grief...

~~~~~
My muses are the furrowed fields...

...I am amputated from reality,
and pain-drenched wailings swim...

Today I'm sheathed in hot regret and pain
As not an end will meet the way it should...

...I am amputated from reality,
and pain-drenched wailings swim...

Serenaded with notes that
Ingrain themselves, my ship...

No mourning site to rest my head,
Just ashes all around...

Upon a meadow's green and luscious grass,
And as the stream regaled me with her news...