I drift wearily in soft flame,
Spectres flitting on the walls...

Wash winter waves,
Bathe my aged aching flesh...

I like the silence...
It is good to me...

The veil whispers of
your secret face as it...

Rainlight glistens
in tumbling droplets...

When I Dream I see Them,
Or when my footfalls vibrate...

In the flicker of the light
And the crackle of the flame...

Sometimes I sing...
My lungs agonizing for breath...

She watches me
In the dreamtime...

What are these
weapons of mass distraction...

It's
a jagged edge shiver...

A thousand portals,
A thousand gates...