This winter far too long, cold, and dreary A desert far too dry Waking dreams Sunless cares He remembered nothing Awaiting the magic of stars Singing songs for noone Nothing but the sky beneath bare feet Winds that wander Amid the ruins of his mind Ruined memories of his world Not without beauty Nothing but the sea beyond his eyes Winds that whisper Drown in distant stars Their poison cool and warm their light I feel Wide open empty eyes The black could take me I do not want to know The night could keep me I fear not to stay Like water listening weak spirit ends For all sound was a nightside key Here I lay down my weary wounds And wash them clean from questions asked before Horizon dark and wide closing Once golden age Brook ran quietly A river red and a starlit sky