in the thaw of coldest winter       rage the storms of my black spring       grows the thorns in my black garden       haunts me with your suffering          in the cold of deepest water       I will place the candles on your alter       I will drown my body beneath the waves       and swim to you into this grave          in the chains of cruelest silence       screams the pain of oldest violence       silencing the broken dream       muffling the dying scream          in the smoke of burning embers       rise the days that I remember       float the ways that came before       and brings me back to you once more          I still hear your name       (like an open grave)