The Bliss

As the cold sun rains darkness upon me,
I wander the mist,
And the forlorn lake of thy darkened eyes,
Embraces me.


Now I am lost in the dark.
As the candle withers,
The iron-cross melts,
Eternity shared in flesh.
And the renaissance of my barren existence
Ascends towards the nadir.


The motion of daylight's moan,
Symbol of remembrance,
I Evoke Thy Presence