Throes Of Dawn The Weeper
Silence is born from sorrow
eternal seem the ages now
since we grew
in the garden of longing
Wind sang of loneliness
Touched, my soul was
from the winds weeping
a forlorn melody
so grievous
and touching
Wind sang of loneliness
I was the weeper
in the garden of wonder
longing to be by your side
Tears that made me stronger
hastened your withering
the stars were closing their eyes
as you were cold and I was breathing
Wind sang of my loneliness
