What sayest thou oh subtle breeze?
the echo'd love my soul doth grieve
as with the leaves our memories fall
to scatter there amongst the grounds.
What sayest thou oh gentle waves?
the reclamation my heart craves
love is naught but washed away
yet not bestowed upon my crown.
What sayest thou oh blackest night?
to whisper haunting hope til light
and with the dawn the truth doth rise
to shed it's glare upon my eyes.
What sayest thou beloved one?
what mercy's thine for what's undone
my love unworthy for reclaim
yet speaks my heart each day thy name.