You see me,

Resplendent in this abyss,

Content on the leaves of night,

 

You see me,

Through the trees,

Whispering in the wind yet tranquil,

 

A fog of memory,

Hazy the sight,

Perhaps unseemly,

 

A touch of jubilee,

Mayhap this time,

True sight will shine,

 

Walking past,

This tapestry tears,

Like a glass falling upon stone,

 

Standing quiet,

For no words can come,

In the abyss of the lost