'Twas never my intention, dear, to drift away and leave you here.
Now, in this twilight world, dismayed, warm memories grow cold and fade.
For truth be known, your love, I'm told, 'twas never something bought nor sold,
such tender love and thoughts conveyed loomed lovely 'neath gloams dreary day...
As I awakened here I saw a lamb laid out, its bloody maw
spoke soothing words to comfort me, then tossed them o'er this tranquil sea.
While wandering weary, seeking sleep, I've found 'tis not enough to keep
thy mem'ry here in peaceful rest, nor nurture it at my behest...
There, upon yon bright horizons — the brightest sun, my face soon wizens,
wreaks havoc on dark barren shores — still I sense silence, nothing more.
No waves which crash so thunderously, nor dainty dingy out to sea;
I waft above on clouds of gray; I need to go, you beg me... stay!
While darkness leaves my tired eyes, I find you near, 'tis no surprise.
As tender tears, shed just for me, fall at my bedside... silently.
