A Sad Love Lyric:

Where now the slow wind streets
the gentle ground of her face
a past i can have no memory of
Where now the moon-waters wave
the sleeping wisps of her eyes
When i was still to come
asleep in another life
Where now she is soft beneath the stone
unfatigued by a deluge
that splintered memory

Language is silenced
that tongued liberty stilled
that monstrous genius madman killed
that love is filled in memory of itself

And the crow that is the vigilant moon
that is the ghost of an ancient mother
She scans free as ghosts are free
our chain of streets the valleys
of our dreaming selves
Behind me and ahead of me at every turn
my soul, my love, freed from the bonds
of our igneous eternity
on the sweet beckoning breath of Him
the God of our people

Language is silenced
that tongue is stilled
the memory of Babel is the dust
of the bones of our fallen senses. . .