You sailed away on a moonbeam
Across the Luna Sea.
We were islands in the Blood Stream
But now I`m dead to thee.
Slowly am I comprehending
How sad my dreams shall be.
For you fled before the Ending
Of lives that died for thee.
Mere wishing will not make it so;
Your wings won`t set you free.
In places only love may go,
All paths there lead to thee.
Feel leagues beneath the ocean deep,
Clear waves of empathy.
I lay me down – my heart to sleep,
Where I am dead to thee.






