silence is silver more like the moon resting in darkness crescent illumed   show us the stairs that we might too   have stars for a pillow   oh murmur of the planets silence your yellow tongue the shuffle and the rustle lie down...

Your Prince is greatly dissatisfied with your presenceNo longer does he desire your kiss nor your touchHe will not beg for a single message to befall him Though the years and tears have come by You are but a dust...