You see me
Though transparent
My love
My pain
A heart that beats within
Is somewhere lost again
This desert of unknowing
Sorrows friend
Harbinger of falsehoods
Harrow'er of sins
Triumphant
Gallant
Yet broken
I am yet but a whisper
Upon these winds...
The winds of remembrance
You call out to me
Like wind nimbly walking by
And stroking her fingers through a chime
It is only this presence
That can I feel
For you my love
Have left me
Or is it I that have left you?
In this
My only image is reason
It lies weeping
Knelt down before the alter of Becoming
I have become the song sung in tears
I have become the daunting task
A weeping stone
That which is listlessly suspended
Between what could have been
And what now lies
In this ...
The Garden of Sorrows
I/Nimbus
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