i lie awake well past one

seeing your soft eyes

hearing your gentle breathing

far away across the hall

and touching music at night

Clannad Past Present

remind me of your absence

and my concealed inner feelings

i see you in the doorway

i should write a poem

you say that you're unworthy,

but i give you what i may

since we said the Seventh Wyrd

the prime without chance

i will wait with lonely heart

feelings hidden deep within

i've become a broken bard

lost in memories

neither live nor dead, i wander

searching for you in the night