So empty thou doth amble among trees,
Where leaves descend and offer no relief
Thine heart breaking while talking to the breeze;
Tis losing time for life is ever brief.
This time we have is as the tempest rain,
That falls at will and coaxed by dark clouds
Thine music desperately hits dim refrain,
Boldly revealing thee from behind shrouds.
Murky thoughts do befriend lifeless gloom,
And rip apart safe melodies of song
Where shackles bear the silence of the doom;
That brazen raven’s o’er head sing along.
Take heed, all ye, who wander in darkness;
For time, ill-used, builds a life of starkness.