Your Pain Is Mine

The birds have flown

They hear the weeping

They know the grief

When rain is waking up

Only you really know

Where the thorns do burn

In hollow heart

How the heart is in distress

I touched the burden

Grinding me the pain, surely did

Grief was in the silver-mirrors of your heart

I caressed it

I suffered too

Death cut you into marrow and bone

The bleeding was unending

Distant is the blackest veil

Yet it surely touched

Where the pain is great

Piteous heart sore diseased

Woeful pain please be eased

Never again a heavenly bliss

As midsummers flowers you longed to kiss

Your pain is mine