In the widow's hour was I conceived through the mourning of the dawn and feasting of the day.
On the morrow in the dark of night will I shine like the moon in radiant heat for love of life ill deceived.
Within this shallowed shell of hates embrace should I leave and wake in fields of silky green.
I wish with all my will that I were able to steal the scent of heather and rose to give with sweet abandon.
Could I love with expanding sight I would bring it with me through all my days and deaths touch I would evade.
With the light of day beyond my side in the willowed winter of this day my love would grow to hear the whisper of my fate.
The stars in the eyes of the heavens scattered clouds and winds can heal this sickly and withered heart of mine.
