The lonely arch does weep
My tender memories now to sleep
A silent smile on a misted night
A swirling ghost upon your sight.
A poets cape which fell to earth
Slaughtered vows met only mirth
Retracing steps of marbled fright
A staircase that leads to night.
So silent in its hour of time
As if these fingertips of mine
With meloncholy a veil to lay
Over the torment of my day.
The coldness of the stone it cries
Within the sadness of my eyes
A land which the demons watch
The pouring of my heart to touch