As the sun sank
beneath the clouds,
I came to the pass
by the forest trees.

I wait unendingly
for her to come
And save me from
this darkened misery.

Along this sodden path,
I strode uncaringly
upon the lazy grass;
I look up and see her
but smiling she was not.

"Time passes like the
wind carries the sand,
No longer was sadness
in my hand."

A chant I could only offer.
To let the passing of this
silence wither,
For the days that we have
waited were never;

And these thoughts shall
once again rhyme.

Pity, how we drive
ourselves to this;
I, to drain my dreadful sorrow,
And Selene, to be still in the
dark night's sky.

I wonder not how I feel,
Is it of pure love
or of hidden envy?


Ah yes, this is the "famous" poem version of one of my earlier compositions entilted "Selene". Notice how the mood changes halfway; it's because I left it unfinished for a while then continued it when I was inspired again by the moon.

To envy the moon, and possibly, the moon envies me. Tragic. Basically like that. This is from my black book, however, no date is indicated...