The wind runs across the meadows
Gives voice in all the hollows
In that darkness I can't fathom
Passion still gives out a spasm
*
All I suffered for a blunder
One that hit my head like thunder
I hear my sharp intake of breath
But sit still through the dance of death
*
I dreamed I was amongst the ones
That could dream of a thousand suns
Because my head is filled with worms
The kind that moves around and squirms
*
In the rain, I'm not really here
And I wish my ear would mishear
But as I realise it's right
The infancy of my dreams blight
*
As they go paler and wither
My anxiety goes dither
*
A fairly soothing hand will calm
The shivers I have in its palm
*
As maidens urge to find true love
This devotion away I shove
And my lips breath away a psalm
I wish had the strength of a bomb
*
Your body and your soul are gone
But somehow as I meet the dawn
My tremors though the lights becalm
And I head back home with aplomb
