We see the other
walking through wild moor and fen
Where spirits wail and
the ghosts do wallow
We do not seek each
other out, nor a message send
Torn by the opposite
sides, our dreams we dare not follow
Meet we over the bridge
under moonlight
Where white lilies
bathe in gold glow
My hand shall first
touch yours in fright
These feelings I pine
over not yet in tow
Assemble the two of us
across the great meadow
Where the lavender
deems itself worthy to grow
My lips graze your
cheek in the dawning shadow
These dreams in my wake
for now are laid low
Meet we now on the
battlefield wretched
Where the gold is now
red and the fair are no more
My life touches your
life as water calm and tepid
And no more, no more,
are we torn.