(2014)
O what love is this; that I am still so in love with th… Hath not the empty years passed; enough to set my heart free? O thou love by the undying sea,
I hear the melody of midnight, and the song of the whippoorwill I pray for you my sweet darling, as the silence of night stands sti… My tears flow an ebbing stream
The warmth I felt has now turn… for barriers of winter ensue May you see the winds that carry m… as they carry me over skies of blu… The warmth I felt has now turned…
There is a wall of highest buil… that broke your heart and mind It slipped between blood and love and lost it’s silver line We had our day of fun and play,
I’ll n’er look into your eyes agai… but only in dreams enshrined, There by winters gate, where we drank forbidden wine You hold me in cabin light
Let me live my life of dreams; to rid this brow of furrow I’ll kick the dirt from parted sea… and throw away the sorrow The sun will rise on caps of water
There is an ache that lives ins… from where it comes I do not know But with it brings black butterfli… that carry pain on wings of woe Casting shadows on midnight moon,
I saw a star past midnight Thought of you under moonlight Upon such things I dare to dream but tonight this I deem Forbidden as the fruits that grow,
I wayward fell in a freakish hell, to a place of discarded doom I wriggled and squirmed, then conf… no one was coming to my rescue There was fire and brim, burning b…
I hear the rain over quieted hi… the sound of water on my mind be s… I remember life in bright colors p… O how I long for yesterday There in spring time flowers bloom…
Awaken, precious flower, For your buds are laved in dew Like beads upon your thorns, in the morning day of new For in your sweet essence,
Breath of beauty, smell of myrr… For all my love it does stir That of which my heart awakes My lips of red softly quake Your touch be, as gentle spring
Everywhere the wind blows, you know my heart goes too For I look for you in the spring… and in the trees of apple orchard’… I look for you in winters rhyme,
Under barbs of brambled lies, dirt and dust mask the skies Where deceit taste of chocolate pi… and hells fury is sure to fry Oh how I weep, only to think,
Ever does the heartache, when in slumber it awakes, to hear the silence absence makes