as we lie
in the midst of the early shadow
I have walked in search of you
for it has withheld that which I need to know
hiding its truth within its own darkness
bending over me as I cry myself to sleep
‘oh thou shadow
why hath thou come for me?
to engulf me tonight for a last time?
your dark hidden secrets
before the light of dawn lights up my eternal bed’?
I cry many tears because of you
yet you shall never cry a single tear for me
but leave a cold wind whistle my name
between the sycamore branches which scratch my window.