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 it's commands
The earth has stopped my ears
I dare not raise my hand
To hold the stones
Around my throat

I have 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
Ears of fruitless clinging
To enfeebled arms
That wave of benevolent salute

I've heard of your beauty
Pursue me, beckon me
Raise your hand
To cast the stones
From my throat
In the earth's dark entrails
My glazed eyes close forever
But my eyes will see
If my spirit lives