With water rising high above the weeping fence.
Separation spears my heart, and cleaves my soul apart,
Weaving in and out of misty leaves,
Their smell infusing with my autumn age,
As I say goodbye to long, summer days, gone.
All is left is ashes, and the cold regret of love unprofessed,
A time to move into the unknown wisdom of reality,
To embrace the one who knows me, even as I am known,
Whilst I shout cries of joy, Hallelujah! All is well.