She lies inside my mind, hidden in my hunger, the seed of a pregnant fruit
Under the dark depths of my soul, the fountain of Life drips away,
waiting for her to come and drink from me my kiss.
Beyond my eyes, they pass me by, strangers, walking graves unfertile for her birth,
and their vacant eyes fall upon me and float away like dried out leaves,
slaves to the whims of a tired wind.
Overrun by the choking weeds of my sighs,
Love is an empty garden, guarded by the angel of Time
wielding the flaming sword of Desire.