Look at these ashes of painful years
(gone)
and mourn stranded feelings
(forgotten memories)
listen to the whispers from outside these walls
and long for a breeze that carries the essence
of.....

Emptiness filled the goblet’s song
through cracks in the cellar walls
Black vacant hole engulfed the end
Lost in an endless question of ...

long for a breeze that carries the essence of a life wrapped in.....

Come see the roses dancing to the flow of sighs
and of what was said and what was done sing
Look at the dreamless sleepers waiting for a sign
and paint a portrait of the dead, of the days gone

and long for the day that carries the essence
of a life wrapped in...I cannot say.