I fell once more,
at your feet, forlorn,
with no hope, no aim,
no joy, no voice to proclaim.

Like a pilgrim astray,
lost in the mist and the scythe’s sway,
between the chasm and the void,
between silence and the bird’s sweet chord.

Like a sailor with no ship to steer,
a captain without a helm near.
Absent, weary, and far too late,
with no horizon, no heart to create.

Like a star in a dusky night,
like a moon in the sunset’s light,
furtive and solitary,
without a dawn, without fright.

Like a butterfly ensnared,
by love’s cruel wings, impaired.
Daring, yet beleaguered,
bold, with no current or color delivered.

I fell once more…
to find that in silence’s embrace,
your voice alone could fill the space.