The Stars Above Your Wounded Sky
-2nd of Juliary, 656 CE-

The ghost you'd chase while courting love,
I knew her face, oh how I'd stare.
Her hopes, her dreams, unknown to me,
Just features painted fine and fair,
Enshrined within this gallery.

As if among the stars above,
Her smile, her grace, her silver hair,
Transfixed in place and memory.
Could you not see, for all they share,
Love more than living effigy?

No one before your grief and pain
That they were made to satisfy.
No saviour parting silver rain,
No shaman for your wounded sky.