Aphelion

<br>Yearning for days of yore in elysian daydreams<br>Burn with a fatal gloss a confounding mirror of souls<br>Dance with the winterwinds in thy visions so sanguine<br>Glance upon Stygian streams where lies hidden a pale secrecy<br><br>Hark... lures of the siren<br>yearn for the days when blithe thou was<br><br>Sworn to a secrecy an arcanum devotee<br>Mourning a life with thee a descendance of watery argentine<br>Trance of thy frailty endure the exsanguine<br>Glance beyond closed eyelids the conundrum of all mysteries<br><br>Hark... lures of the siren<br>yearn for the days when blithe thou was<br><br>Crossing in life...<br>My heart with silver in times...<br>I`m weak... too weak...<br><br>Wan circling skies secretes... silvering sorrow<br>Precious to me Aphelion<br>Thou are the fields where we wither still<br><br>Exhaust in thy waning world<br>My Aphelion on a broken mirror<br>Where the veils of night and day seems as one<br>May thy lids gather again on a vast and frail crusade<br>Invigoration of pain pervation this time