What all those structured words forgot,
But between you and I,
What meaning holds?
When silence fades, where words unfold?
Their names, remembered;
And what dreams are glimpsed,
Behind your eye?
Where silence fades, and ravens cry?
Where sun doth shine,
And dreams implore;
One to remember, their long lost lore?
What shackles bind, and realms entrust?
Such sacred things, subject to lust?
Where rules and binding, strict, “refined”,
These shattered things, lost—