The soil dissolve, the sky is bleeding  Words remain, but frozen unspeakable  Lying unable to move  Even my tears fail to come  Not am I wake  Nor sleeping, but nearly dead  Though I sense light before me  I can not see it with my eyes  As if through darkened glass I saw  Staring at a scene of never changing meaning  Four moons till rising again  An etenity it seems  Tomorrow - Will it ever be?  Back and forth I dream as here lie as buried  The eight-angled star - shine for me  Light my path and make me feel again  Drag me throughout the Absu  And place me if I still must here again  Lying unable to move  Even my tears fail to come  Not am I wake  Nor sleeping, but nearly dead  The black shade in the mirror before me  it makes me wonder in a vortex of thoughts  So void it appears as I touch my soul  it's darker now, still as in bloom in a spring of dying