These eyes have wept torrents of tears, nThe sense of wonder slowly seeping away. nThe love that embodied this false serenity nWas no more tragic than my own illusion. nThe call beyond the veil, from the orchards of limbs nAnd gently violent spirals, where thoughts are born nYou possess the answer to it all! nA soul on the wane, that is the price of life, nFor I will come to you, ultimately alone.n