The poet's death

When the sun has drowsed behind the silent hill
When the spirits drown in your veins
Teach me how to sing

Let me follow right
Toward your fading face
Toward the bottom of the night
Where I learn to praise

Hold me
My angel of twilight
My window's open
The nightmares of the (after?) dark

Oh cypress by the river
Oh shepperd of my sole
The violet on your shoulder
The round ring of the moon

You are the father's distance
Your lips are silent still
Your eyes are gone forever
You're my grieving dream

When the sun has drowsed behind the silent hill
When the spirits drown in your veins
Teach me how to sing

Let me follow right
Toward your fading face
Toward the bottom of the night
Where I learn to praise

Hold me
My angel of twilight
My window's open
The nightmares of the (after?) dark