For all the love he had inside.

I'd have no choice but to dwell in sorrow If by day had come the morrow A sleeping tide, where seas no more , Crashed the aching of my shore

In loves avoidance come by wing And never sort the heart to sing But lay in a whithered roses bed Where a million starlight filled my head

To rest in knowing thoughts alone With Nothing but such love to atone In a resistant likened pose To be a place of peace means hope But love as absence never sort All the ways the tide has brought

Values to a place I've found Once you've come to resting ground
A silver tear and moon resides Love forever, never died

But lives full fashion in me now And never leave the soul or side
Though touch would cease The heart still longs And in my arms where he belongs

The night would bow and courage form Below the tides as if reborn Into the light of heavens waves In death to body so still craves

To be of courage for in love the more And take my breaths down to the shore

In silence watch the ever glades In lights sweet willing vibrant shades Of loss and aching time pursued Nothing but such love is viewed

To be a horizon I barely known But graced the landing of each step Where all the angels lept to fall

In loves sweet daunting dreams and all But bare the imprint of loves content With written language of what it meant

To be of partial days and night Before he closed his eyes To sight Beginning a journey nill of breath And leaving me so lonely in death

For I shall love and dwell in him The weight of waters always swim But loath the seas where he had cried For all the love he had inside.