Wrapped All In Woe

Tearful against empty heavens

I again bow to this soil and weep

As a mute mess of clouds crumbles the light

Roses of blood, come and dwindle

These watery eyes from where the tears do fall

The wounds which no tool can erase

Minutes long for hours

Hours yearn for days

But this night everything is forgotten

Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand

Like yearning did tremble a dream of affection I bear

O heart be filled with this trembling desire

All these wounds collected during years in despair

Give me your hand, and my heart is in that hand

This infinite gnawing pain

I have yet to survive