As I draw up my breath
And silver fills my eyes
I kiss her still
For she will never rise
On my weak body
Lays her dying hand
Through those meadows of Heaven
Where we ran
Like a thief in the night
The wind blows so light
It wars with my tears
That won't dry for many years
"Love's golden arrow
At her should have fled
And not Death's ebon dart
To strike her dead"
The Manuscript
Roads
The Manuscript
And Then You Go
The Isis Script
For You
And I Walk With Them
The Distance, Busy With Shadows
The Grief Of Age
The Sexuality Of Bereavement
The Thrash Of The Naked Limbs
Only Tears To Replace Her With
And My Father Left Forever
A Map Of All Our Failures
The Stance Of Evander Sinque
The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum
Deeper Down
Tired Of Tears
The Solace
The Deepest Of All Hearts