the wind in the pines my love

when I was blind I listened
to the wind the laps of waves
my pine scent heaven shadowed me
from the changing shades of day

a heart drum beat a languished life
played melodies quaint and strange
no voices no word came to me
on wind in the lapse of days

as viscous dusk enveloped me
with memories faint and strained
no words cross spidered page
a heart drums beats a vanished life

plays melodies faint and strained
a loved voice came as memories
in distant waves shades of days
a heart estranged drums repeats

a pine scent envelopes me strains
in the changing clay of hades
as spiders drum dead memories
God! I'm home! Hello, my love.