Gray her skies, so blustery her breath
whose earth awaits her living touch…
cold grief, passing slowly, pulls my heart along
My lover’s hills arise from mists;
her curves the waters follow down…
vacant heart, beating, empty, sings a lonely song
Restless sea past gentle peaks
that churns til misty weathers rise…
hidden passion stirs to no avail, my hope is gone
Come my love, for life runs thin…
come lift my heart again
Caelan Rowan McCuen 