It starts with waves of empathy Eroding the mountain of regret Moonlight shines upon an empty street The road of remorse that reflects to forget The tense of the past is like a blade of grass Sitting so sharp and fine with wonder The future is a rain that forever lasts The present is wrought by rolling thunder Of all the things that are said and done Absorbed by the rings of the bells unsung Are illustrated in the tones of some And whispered through the simple tongues Although your thoughts are filled with anguish And haunted images share your bed Confide within your hearts own language And find a skin of doubt to shed It ends with a retreating tide The horizon gives a glimpse of orange The black and grey soon subside The feeling of love is not so strange