AnthropoDigital Creations

A dark folk/neofolk, neo-medieval composition with a bardic, plaintive male voice. Based on my homonymous poem.

I Think of You

When thinking eerily autumns into a fallen leaf —

I think of you;

When the lightning fades off by the threshold of heaven —

I think of you;

When the voice breaks as crystal and your name is not hallowed —

I think of you;

Before my daily bread and when the wine is blooded —

I think of you;

Drowned in the crops of angels

when the hands touch the stream and the curves and the lions —

I think of you;

Wounded by Brutus’ ire and the fleur of your Canto —

I think of you;

In the knife and the cry, wearing a sordid crown —

I think of you;

In the cursed tree of Mondays

as crow devours the mornings —

I think of you;

When my eyes pierce the darkness and I plunge from exhaustion,

and all the stars descend

to my night with devotion

to steal the light you left

when you traversed my dungeon—

I think of you;

When memory is delirium,

your hair mer de delphiniums,

—in your breast sings a dead pigeon! —

when on my lips your winter,

and the rain is derision

that deceives as a trickster,

as Veronica’s veil mirroring your oblivion… —

I think of you.