Silent I lie in wilted leaves
That the forest has laid for me
I hardly feel the beat of my heart,
and how my life is gently passing away1
Mind and limbs are without power
Dreary emptiness devours me
Until the sweet heaviness of the dream
Brings rest to my soul
Was it blood from my wounds
That2 the pain of living has pierced deep into me
Or just the redness of the sun
That3 flowed over evening skies
I see the first shadows staggering
Until also that redness dies away
Darkness strokes4 around the temples5
And courts my last breath
I see the first shadows staggering
Until also that redness dies away
Darkness strokes about the temples
And courts my last breath
1. or "by"2. the wounds3. the redness4. or "roams"5. the ones on the head