Swans in the moonlight
Circling the rivulet, so cold...

Times have been hard
We've been through too much...

Listening to Bob Dylan and Van Morrison
Singing love, love, love, crazy love...

In this open hollow
I see eyes that have felt pain...

There she sits, my lover's wife
And I his concubine...

Wandering with the rebellious breeze
Into the shade of withering willow trees...

Cold beneath icy coverlets in something broken
A heart locket splayed across the wooden floor...

Sitting in a church pew
Sketching figures of you...

An empty prism of this cadaver
Lies in the earth and slowly gathers...

A flash of white wings
Between crescent moon roses...

Paint my nails before I leave the open door
I pray that I will not see you anymore...

I cannot break this empty silence, for it is...
Two years we have been one heart, and I am longing...