You sang to me a silent tune –
Suspended cry tears through the veil –
A shadow kissed the mountain dune,
Revoked my breath from sails so frail.
We rise to touch the crimson cross
With desperate shivers to emboss
The cloth with naught but broken nail
And leave a mark on borrowed bail.
We sink to drink the muggy mud,
With futile gestures bless the blood
That courses through these veins in vain:
Amongst our midst none sane remain.
You sing to me a silent tune –
A voiceless cry in empty space –
A shadow eats the mountain dune,
Its breath revoked by cold embrace.