...This path leads into dark...



In shrouding veil of thickening dusk,

In the caress of darkening woods

There winds my path, narrow and fading



Let this twilight linger upon me

Moon and stars take over when sun has fled

And bring her scent to me



May the blowing of winds cease

And all birds fall silent from singing

May the dreary waters lay still

And hands of time stop turning



So in forms of evening mist

I can feel her slender grace

In shades of deep green

I can drown in her tender eyes



What a cruel world left for me to roam alone

These journeys are filled with craving, these moments with loss



Neither the glittering dew on moors, nor the the whispering wind in dales

But only these shadows of green can remind me of her