I Am No Orpheus

I watch over thy lightless eyes,

As thick mist's brooding inside.

I wonder where you are now...

I stretch my hand to reach thine,

Now beryl-blue and stiff

I wish to 'brace you one more time

Before this earth you leave...

We would dance together

And jointly we would laugh,

The pitch of graceful measures

Would shut the jaws of Death.

But I'm no Orpheus,

I'm aghast and weak

I writhe in desperation,

Thy dulcet voice I seek...