I Can't Go On, Sigh

The stars are flint in a barren sky, And every wind that passes by Is only a whisper of goodbyes. I’ve drunk the dusk, I’ve tasted pain, The rose was ash, the song was rain, And every touch has left a stain That no new morning clears again. I once believed in love like fire— A golden thing, a high desire— But now I walk through fields of wire And dreamless sleep is all I hire. Oh heart, poor fool, be still, be small, Let silence be your final call— For beauty weeps beneath it all And I am tired, tired of the fall. Sigh—what more is there to say?