Red petals have fallen,
From my heart, ever sullen,
On puddles of tears they carry,
A piece of love,
From a broken dove,
To be’nounce a hearted ferry.

No harps have played,
In this masquerade,
As it journyed through the night,
A silent quake,
Through sorrows wake,
Under the sky alight.

Shallow is the flowing wave,
As the...