Before you left us
Jaded and gaunt, some 
SeptemberWilted with seasons hidden inside the delusion
I saw your eyes, somewhere
Devoid of death
The aura poises amidst the storm
In solid tears 
I lingerA parlor glade, moonlit sorrow
Lonely cesspools
Relics of the moon-dogged lake
Whisper, "All your words are misgiven"
Am I like them?
Those who mourn and turn away
Those who would give anything to see you again
If only for another second
Your face was like the photograph
Painted white, we didn't speak very often about it
What does it matter now?
What does it matter now?
Cloak of autumn shroud
I gaze, dim ricochet of stars
I reckon it is time for me to leave
You sleep in the light
Yet the night and the silent water
Still so dark