A voice of the past,
she could not understand
this secret tongue.
My darling
was waiting for her.
She knew, yet
she dreamed
and knew dread,
singing poetry beautiful
and perfectly formed.
A voice of the past,
she could not understand
this secret tongue.
My darling
was waiting for her.
She knew, yet
she dreamed
and knew dread,
singing poetry beautiful
and perfectly formed.