When I sleep
She whispers gently
When I die
She will be free
A breath, wind, essence
Unites us
Truth teller
She knows the secrets
Which I seek
And in the black death of night
She rises in beauty
Utters the Truth
A murmur, a message
Too oft forgotten
In the cold light of day
Until the next night
I die again
To continue her twilight song
But it will not be
Until my deathly sleep
That she will rise finally
To sing her song of eternal glory
Forever