No spark of light shown,
No feet to crack the twig,
No breath to stir the wind,
The silence reigns.
For years in the fortress of loneliness,
Confound to an un-ending slumber,
Glass walled from the outer world,
The solitude prevails.
What force could bring me out?
What desire be lit?
What noise will stir the heart?
For untouched it remains.