Before you left us   Jaded and gaunt, some September   Wilted with seasons hidden inside the delusion   I saw your eyes, somewhere      Devoid of death   The aura poises amidst the storm   In solid tears I linger   A parlor glade, moonlit sorrow      Lonely cesspools   Relics of the moon-dogged lake   Whisper, "All your words are misgiven"      Am I like them?   Those who mourn and turn away   Those who would give anything to see you again   If only for another second      Your face was like the photograph   Painted white, we didn't speak very often about it   What does it matter now?   What does it matter now?      Cloak of autumn shroud   I gaze, dim ricochet of stars   I reckon it is time for me to leave      You sleep in the light   Yet the night and the silent water   Still so dark