She walks beside a shadowed sky,
inside the Night's sad lullabye,
forever love, forever night,
where trampled wings will never fly.
Grey willows bend to reach the earth,
so sunken with the weight of loss,
her bony feet stretch 'cross a path,
too wide for even time to heal.
How weary has the journey left,
a heart too broken for regret,
and eyes of wood that cannot see,
this endless trek of misery.
Amor
Always,
Deborah
"and eyes of wood that cannot see, / this endless trek of misery."
Yes.