I move within the light and shade,
Drawn deep within the dark displayed
Within words wild, unharnessed, penned
By the low bell. And we to the dream descend
Like lovers, dark and formless, who ever need
The sudden kiss of rod and reed.
And then, the bitter, silent freeze
That seals our souls. By slow degrees
A silence falls, a void remains.
Sweet poison flowing in our veins.
Who is the fool? Who is the wise?
Who plays the jester in disguise?
The feelings cold. The movements slow.
Released by my adagio.
