To whom shall this reach?
I cannot say I know.
























But wherever it shall go























Who ever shall read this may know of my plight.
While the Stars fall without a care




















And dreams step into the fogs of time



















Your impression lingers in the thoughts


















Of this old man whose youth your beauty restores.
I have wept as the tormented wail




















I have indulged in the pain of my soul


















As penance for the return of your love


















That my heart can rejoice at your presence once more.
Years are as nothing to the body of this old man















But a moment without you is an eternity to the soul














Stand my ground, I shall, enduring the infinite Abscence












Upon your return will I climb from my


From the darkness liberated