Withering heart, withering soul;

twilight comes with no reprieve.

I remain perpetual

but wanting to tumble,

shaken to the deepest core.

I wait for sunrise,

but dawn chafes,

still I wait in silence,

do I wait in vain.

I believe in you,

flowerchild swaying with time,

my flame is dying,

but just a soft whisper from you

the candle remains burning.