• Wander, my soul, for you have no home.
    Rest with dirges in the heaven's blanket.
    Take a knee at the very rock of your demise.
    The stone the weeps in the night.

    "I'm here, but you can not see me
    I long to hold you in my grasp.
    I no longer stay in the stone before you
    I am the air of which surrounds you"


    "I've wandered for days now"
    A Rock can not speak back.
    THough in the shadow of the moonlight
    He once did, and prithee once day once again will.

    Oh my Sweet! Can you not hear that rustling around?
    The night's breeze which is my breath?
    The cool of the night beckons my warm touch
    As I move past your ear, faint.


    Ne'er more shall he rest beside me, but beneath me.
    Only in the ground which he seems so fond.
    So I uproot my feet and kiss him good bye.
    As I wander, I feel his presence linger.

    Join me, my love. For it's been ages!
    Somber and sweet, will it be.
    Alas, the angels can not take you now.
    So I shall stay with you, until then.


    He loved me once. Still loves me so.
    The wind, he speaks to me in the night?
    Oh! The soul of what was the rock.
    Wanders with me as I head to my end.

    Stay with me, my love.
    Stay with you, my sweet.