To see those tears gleam in her eyes. I am so sadly mesmerized. I am nothing without you. So full of bliss about you. . Angel.... Time is a wilderness.
...And I thought, "So haunting, is the grey mist". . As today's dawn brings tears to my eyes. (though they are tears of the harsh wind). So painful are these thoughts.
Pale and ghost-like, the mist floats. Away from the stream, that through night and day. When I dream. . Pours forth to the desolate darkness it's song.