Awake

And lost in some thought
All night, no light
Who should I sing my woes to?

Know not I, in your absence,
Any word, slaying like a sword,
Still lost in some thought
It makes no sense

Oh I fail to recall, beloved
How for you I used to deck up
My colours seem to grow pale!
No company exults me same joy
As in my hands feeling your warmth

Gnawing on the soul of mine

Tripping on my hurdled breaths

You shall find how for you I pine

And my body lies next to wreaths.