What red words must be spilled across the hungry page
So that You may know the unheard vows that rest here
The silent ones, slumbering deep within me
They will wait with the patience of the ages
As Time illuminates hope into Her measured script

What herb or draught can soothe this ache within
To what place can I find refuge from my own thoughts
This rush of silver water flowing ever down to You
A sea of memories contained within my shadowed heart
My soul writhes in the ecstasies of perpetual inundation
               
                                                    - Chris Getz