Deep in lands lost, your soul is walking
Silent as night, the muses shan't speak
Of you, my Lady, of the love we still have
Another plane you walk now, I know.

Oceans of time watching the seas, sad it
Is now that you seem gone from this world
Time for me to look inside myself for the
Place I should go; but tell me this

I am not the only one, am I, alone in the
World? Walk the other plane and wage that
Which you must. Life is a War of meaning,
Of finding one's soul deep in lands lost.

Wherever you are I am ever yours.

In sadness,
J. Windsong

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Mayan, in the year 375 AF.