there was sorrow mixed with hope
breaking water on a stone
by the stars in her reflection
making echos without a name
beyond this falling sun
a door which the lonely call for home
where you can watch her as she sleeps
but are tears will never wake her
nor all the oceans of this earth
or the salt in which I drowned

so much fear been made from love
breaking stone upon the water
they where only pictures of a rose
painting scarlet sky
the clouds to which we dream
only a memory tomorrow
making echoes without a name
and though these tears they will not wake her
I have nothing else to give