I came such a long way past the city gates
over the insomniac's bridge rested in the port of fireflies.
I journeyed sunstruck hallucinating trailing the malfunction of my heart
slept in a convent full of ravens woke in longing.
I stumbled through a forest darker than a philosopher's madness
each leaf was a white lung I blackened with poems.
I found you at the doorstep hands full of autumn
I'm done I've no more tears and no more songs.