Shall your heart warm our veins?
you in lost castles and high grown fields,
many, who know you,
But do they
really know you at all?
The rose of
silver never blooming haunts your lone call,
walk among us and help us stay?
I know you
are here but your lost like a song crumbled up,
garments you wear flow with the nighttime breeze,
the pictures of seas hitting the suns rusted knees,
the blood of your people,
the skin of blown dust from past wars,
don't wander away from us,
We wait for
And you are
her and she is you
us will you?