Stay near to me, my dear friend,
Where my words might reach you,
Where my eyes may see you.
For freshly thawed is this,
My precious loneliness,
A mess of puddles now.
Drenched, sighing, muffled sounds,
Set loose the air of relief.
Yet still, I stay my feet,
Behind bars of grey conceit,
Still whispering to me,
The distance I might fall,
If I let anyone in,
Anyone at all,
Or dare to escape,
And blindly move on.
Stay near to me, my precious dawn,
Stay near.
Catharsi 