25th of Súlimë, 2988 TA Thou art so pale today tonight
and I would write thee songs of life
if only I could find the words,
but life avoids me when thou art so pale
and comfort avoids me shies away from me
with thy fading smile.

But Yet let me rest beside thee
and offer thee give to thee all my imperfect warmth
to take the hostile chill from thy pale sweet lips,
and if I find the words,
I promise, I will write thee songs of life.

Thou art so pale tonight,
so very pale