I Still Hear Your Name

in the thaw of coldest winter

rage the storms of my black spring

grows the thorns in my black garden

haunts me with your sufferingin the cold of deepest water

I will place the candles on your alter

I will drown my body beneath the waves

and swim to you into this gravein the chains of cruelest silence

screams the pain of oldest violence

silencing the broken dream

muffling the dying screamin the smoke of burning embers

rise the days that I remember

float the ways that came before

and brings me back to you once more