Roses of spirit are withering away,
And sad rain pours down in my heart,
As images of fear chase me,
Invading,
Residing in my mind,
Imprinting
The Image of old woman digging,
Searching
The tombs of nostalgia...
For her lost youth
Embrace me
Leaning on walls of anticipation,
Dreams, shattered,
Color my vision
With colors of pain
Loneliness devours me
Darkness invades my fantasy
Embrace me
Take the thorns of bitterness
From my bosom
Pluck the Sun from your eyes..
Lead me to behold light
Then sleep in your arms
And dream
For I have nothing but this warmth
This tendency toward myth
