In the depth of darkness When time has no meaning Save to delineate loneliness And the soul’s keening,
Heartbeats thump slow as turning tide.
Unconsciously for you I reach, Searing, aching, hungering flame. Fruitless in cold starlight search, Finding naught but empty blame,
Again the bitter waves I ride.
Through frosted glass from far above, A ray of silver moonlight breaks, Borne on a breeze to sheltered cove, Where memory soothes salty aches,
And in ghostly arms my soul doth hide.