To where do I roam

In the snows of this hereafter

Behind the rising smoke

Of a train’s farewell?

~

This new emptiness expands

Quieting, the pulse of the wild

With its veil

And the mad wind’s roar  

~

Without the warmth of her stare

Without the flight of her words

Without the golden blaze

Of her lantern’s path  

~

How can I go on

Far away in this mist

Where the emptiness wails

For fresh trails of blood?