My Shadow Serves As The Friend I

You Will Hear Thunder And Remember Me, And Think: She Wanted Storms.

It Was A Time When Only The Dead Smiled, Happy In Their Peace.

No Foreign Sky Protected Me, No Stranger's Wing Shielded My Face. I Stand As Witness To The Common Lot Survivor Of That Time, That Place.

It Is Unbearably Painful For The Soul To Love Silently.

We Aged A Hundred Years, And This Happened In A Single Hour: The Short Summer Had Already Died, The Body Of The Ploughed Plains Smoked.