No stars in the sky

No light to find you

No eye to see

Or ear to hear you


In absence of all else

In distance beyond measure

lies your faint hope

That will pass into time



Oh lithe dread of splintered night

Oh woven thread of absent luck


Oh heaving seas

Of empty space

Come pass me by

Come miss my face


Come see me never

I shall not be found

I dwell already in history gone


Lo, cold death fight not

Embrace his cloak

And kiss his scythe

Offer out thine heart

To the unending dance