CONSORT
Within her arms I walk alone
Seeking for her always
Long trail of desolation
Facing ever outward
Adrift with only hope
She lies behind the veil
Glimpses of her come
Like stars in diversity
Within the waking dream
Touches of chance
Reflect upon one
In many unseen ways
Here she lies
There she walks
Shades of memory
Upon each face
I see her touch
Never wholly
Reflections of her
A scent, a taste
Touching hearts
She behind me
Yet beside me
Forever just beyond?
Long the separation
Lady, take my hand
Leave me not alone
