Of your beauty

Wearing robes of solemnity
My senses stand erect
This moment I am solitary
As you watch me eyeless

Observe a brutal face
I need silence, I need to be alone
Look at me, my bony fingers
Wrapped in rags I am pursued

And love is withered
My eyes will see if my spirit lives
And love is withered
Love is withered
And love is withered
And love is withered

The wind shouts its commands
The earth has stopped my ears
I dare not raise my hand
To hold the stones around my throat

I've heard of your beauty
And would sacrifice my days
These midnight wanderings
And vain laments
And love is withered
Love is withered
And love is withered
And love is withered

Pour upon me
A sympathetic glance
My splendour has gone
You will find me face down
Let those days pass
In sorrowful procession
Among leafless groves
May a leaf unfold

I cry with rage to be remembered with pity
Let the leaves unfold where dead leaves have rotted
Ask me what I suffer years of fruitless clinging
to enfeebled arms that wave of benevolent salute

I've heard of your beauty, pursue me, beckon me
To cast the stones from my throat
In the earth's dark entrails my glazed eyes close forever
My my eyes will see if my spirit lives