White smoke pervades the dark And cool damp the limbs Gravity cloaks the light Shadows burn before you A silent sough imbues the night The monotone sound of time Sings an elegy of emptiness And all strength withers In desire, where it falls And the swallows drown in bleakness The moss-covered firmament Takes the warmth from the world But the silence burns warmly – And the wind moans gelidly The monotone sound of time Sings an elegy of emptiness And all strength withers In desire, where it falls Everyone feels it In Asthenia The compassion – that burns so bright The confidence – that sinks in light (And the swallows drown in bleakness) But healing, though, is not in sight