Yearning for days of yore

In Elysian daydreams

Burn with a fatal gloss

A confounding mirror of souls

Dance with the winter winds

In thy visions so sanguine

Glance upon Stygian streams

Where lies hidden a pale secrecy

Hark

Lures of the siren

Yearn for the days

When blithe thou was

Sworn to a secrecy

An arcanum devotee

Mourning a life with thee

A descendance of watery Argentine

Trance of thy frailty

Endure the exsanguine

Glance beyond closed eyelids

the conundrum of all mysteries

Crossing in life, my heart

With silver in times, I'm weak

Too weak

Wan circling skies

Secretes, silvering sorrow

Precious to me Aphelion

Thou are the fields where we wither still

Exhaust in thy waning world

My Aphelion

On a broken mirror

Where the veils of night

And day seems as one

May thy lids gather again

On a vast and frail crusade

Invigoration of pain pervation

This time

Aphelion

In decadence I take thee by the hand

Too frail, to gain the promised land

Too frail, to take your pain away

Too frail, a sequel of decay

May milleniums gather

On the mirage of desolated souls

Far between departure and sorrow

I breed my afterthought

In thy hours

Of vast dejection's haunt, wane

An angel strays upon my door

So frail and lost within

To weep upon her days of yore

My decadent come in

Her stain and tears upon my floor

The sorrow that she brings

Devotion of a life outworn

In decadence come in

May thy lids desorb from emerald seas

A pending solitary

Though thy pain redeems,

Life it seems to be

A fragile sanctuary