I fell And gazed through the firmaments mirror Devouring the beauty that the night sky hides
I drowned In its endless recollection Searing thoughts of a journeying soul A passing rhyme
Torched by the northern flames of the sun The pale breath of this lonely winter night All I have ever dreamt, this nothingness soon hides Weaving the saddest song of all
Silent As the wind that blows On the hearse of a nightly storm A song of sleeping waves Under the white bed of snow
