In the absence of the sun
I can see the darkness in the human heart,
the silouhetted evil that lies within the soul
...
Sometimes I wonder in the dark still of night
About you laying cold and white
In sleeps repose, gowned yet dead
...
Softly, ever softly, whisper thou my name
o' thy sweet caress, a potent to my pain
...
She comes to me in my dreams
A lace wrapped wraith with golden hair
...
Waves of sadness wash gently upon the sandy
beaches of my soul
...
I stand 'neath wintered sky
And mock by my life
...
I dreamed a dream of dreaming
Laying softly in my bed
...