All things fade away and leave me longing
So much more than I have to give
Love unfurled half mast as in twain the wood snaps
Down crumbles Love
So I stamp on her
Lichen to the ground
Now I feel so proud
What seems to handle hard
I tire then I discard
And I know my heart deceives
When faced with sin to that it reeves
I still cannot find as self defies my mind
Again and I perceive
The endless struggling hand of breath
Holds on, I condemn it, Love
Though I could receive