[Beneath the very skies that] I had, for so long, sought in vain An arcane sun hid behind the Clouds who were to be my salvation 'Nectar of the gods', you once said Now it was their tears I craved, To wash me of this all enveloping And soul destroying aura... 'And love itself seeks our nectar?' I asked
'Only you can answer that' he said ['Why then do I feel as though I am Standing before the court'] 'And telling them I have kissed [Eternity] When clearly by my withered face, I have not?'
But still I stand desolate, The path of tears distinguished on my face And it has not rained in so long Does this winter have an end?