The Union by Marina Kauffman It is a gentle summer rain; A soft murmur on the skin; The tender melody and constant rhythm Leaves tiny polished beads that
The whispers she hears whilst she lies in her bed of ideas and of thoughts now forbidden her life was her own now it no longer is to her Master her soul she has given
A maid one day was walking on a broken dusty road the thoughts within her heart and mind were such a heavy load her feet they bleed, her heart it broke she longed to find her place
Night Shadows caress my tortured mind, Seeking out the silence of my tormented cries, My pain ebbs and flows, With every bitter sweet memory that it evokes, Love fading like a fragrant scent.