In the lofty mist
Of a white day,
Notes of oud
Tethered a snowy billow,
Parting a will to rest.
An earthly warmth
Was not ready,
And yet he pleaded
With fingers
That could not pray.
In the lofty mist
Of a white day,
Notes of oud
Tethered a snowy billow,
Parting a will to rest.
An earthly warmth
Was not ready,
And yet he pleaded
With fingers
That could not pray.