Songbook II

[Dandeli]

  
O' Commander, O' Commander, steering through bleakest frost,                     

          Fervent ardor flavoured night's cold chill, burning zeal sailing aloft,

         In a wearied trek through snow-clad plains, you would steer the world to conform,

In the silent, frozen world, never did you veer from chosen path, be it warm or forlorn,             
   

  

Staying true to all you were in body and spirit, staying true to every fervid breath,               

                            It is with a cold sullenness I confess, oft does it send me into duress,

That I will always pale next to your worst, and remain miles adrift from your best,                    

               Threads were frayed, the days grew further apart, and t'was soon I stopped visiting your nest,
 

 

                 Left I am with this sunken shape of a shadow, a final confrontation 'neath the bloodied moon,                  

                                               Shaking limbs, weary breath, your heart spent - all of it given, not a drop left,

So now I pray quietly that you may yet be at rest, even if it forces me to quietly recognise..                  

                .. I was too late, forced to wander with this weary guilt, neverendingly spiralling clockwise.

 

  

"If you die, I die."

Words said, but at what cost?

Too late to take them back, now all is lost.