The light through yonder window broke, I've missed it, passed it, gone too slow.
And should I die before I've spake, my soul must follow in my wake,
to've been come with me to carry me home.
I'm not alone, though lonely be, she's not so often left to me.
I cannot see her as I fall, I'm gone from future as well was past,
I take a leap and love my last.
A breath is stolen, eyelids flutter, blessed be I'll not recover.
My pain is lost among the wind, not stolen, extinguished as a dying flame,
my heart to give.
The colors swirl as I pass, too late, she's gone, she won't come back.