Torn Strings
He hums with her, a cadence obscure,
An echo I chase, yet cannot secure.
Her visage kindles his celestial hue,
Whilst I wane, veiled from view.
Her essence weaves his daylight's thread,
While I dissolve, a wraith instead.
He drinks from her stream of ease divine,
While I am left with brine for wine.
Yet...
An echo I chase, yet cannot secure.
Her visage kindles his celestial hue,
Whilst I wane, veiled from view.
Her essence weaves his daylight's thread,
While I dissolve, a wraith instead.
He drinks from her stream of ease divine,
While I am left with brine for wine.
Yet...