Oh sweet tragedy how fair you bloom,
From within the silence of my lover's tomb.
Clenching your hand if only to feel loneliness,
I hope will shatter this clear night quietness.
The shadow of your embrace is suffocating despair,
For the bind we forged in uncertainty was surely unfair.
Our cruel stars still await the dawn of time,
The binding dawn that will never make you mine.
True words are in a place deeper than gentleness,
Surely even now that our true world is wordless.
I will own no more that book with pages of dreams,
For between them lies a piece of my heart and abyss.