and so you left us jaded and gaunt some september wilted with the seasons but hidden inside the delusion i saw your eyes somewhere devoid of death the aura poises amidst in solid tears i linger a parlour glade moonlit sorrow lonely resting pools 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 did not speak very often about it what does 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 dark1