A Traveller of Barren Plains

Your eyes were the deepest waters where I set sail, where I drowned

Your voice was a turquoise dream that stroke thunderous chords for my heart to endure

Now I am deaf

Your touch was fire that released rivers of lava

I was burnt to the bone

Now I am a traveller of barren plains; wanderer in the dreams of my own devising

K O R P I N S I L M Ä