Waking to this silent cave,
Hollow from the wounds I bore,
Recoiled from the touch of celestial delight,
Only she may cleanse that scar.

Single leaf now hangs in balance,
From an oaken trunk so carved,
The weight is carries grounds me here,
And the lace a tether to far.

The stones once cast cry out their woes,
Release what is gone,
But how…how I say,
When blissful was your balm.

A foreign shore now awaits,
Only questions lie there,
What will be in time removed,
But memory haunts my tongue.

Anxious lining of euphoric heights,
This day it has come,
Now ride and watch and wait once more,
Till summer return.

I see your face in every rock
Though a tear rolls for what is gone,
A smile I feel for what was,
And though a sadness comes,
A memory lives on,
The beauty of a sacred time,
Shall, ring, long.
And if there is a new dawn,
Then I have walked a perfect path,
But if it’s not meant to be,
Then I can still say that I’ve known bliss.

And I hold that moment in eternity,
Forever will I see joy in my eyes to you.

Though farewell is bitter.
Do not let it taint the peaks we climbed,
Despite,
How steep they were.