I have no way of crossing To join you on your mountain. We each stand alone. A scarlet heart shatters Like porcelain upon the marble floor. An image cracks on broken glass. Future dreams die Like a bouquet of shrivelling roses.
Dark clouds block out the sun.
Comforting breezes turn to a gusty gale. Hope drifts away, A broken ship upon the sea As waves crash into rocks, Spraying mist like tears. Grains of sand turn to dust, Whirling across barren desert, Empty aspirations, Carried upon a humid wind, Searching for a landing space On a journey without end. On a bitter night Where nothing joyful happens, Where romance does not exist. Idle wind-chimes dangle Without uttering a sound.