See I in all, the wounds of time,
Thousands of seas, far stretch a thousand miles,
Far grow beyond collapsing in thy eyes,
Pillars of wine, smile by smile,

Breath I in you, nocturnal wings
And dance thy oceans in my blood,
So sad, the crippling silence swings
As if the sounds were edges of my mind,

Am I the fallen thorns of dreams?
A garden of thy blossomed lies?
Why lonely sleeps thy poison in my wings..
That seas, a thousand, stretch within their grief?