I sent my words on wings tonight.
Simple ones of love.
My heart on my sleeve,
a glistening tear of lonliness in the night.

Will they notice my silent pain?
Will all the nights of agony be just this?
A slow decent,
to sorrow,
to despair again?

Today I kissed the darkend earth of hopelessness;
it's musky smell reeking of death.
Tis a path not to be taken by many,
nor one I would choose should I be offered more.

Send a rising Phoenix in the night.
For my eyes search endlessly tis true.
Love must be over the sullen horizon,
I feel it lies only within you.

Yet she thrashes in a lead cocoon,
smothered by daily toil with barren minds blinding her way.
A day begins anew at every moment in this world,
but mine waits for an unveiling soul to find her day.

I wait.
I smell the musky earth.
I wish with fainting breaths.
For this, her timely and painful rebirth.