You were as a shadow in the tilting sun Just as the ashes falling from my embrace Insomuch I knew then what had befallen The winds carried you to an unreachable place
Ardently I had a firm grasp upon you Someday I knew, they would never let you stay yet dreams upon dreams, hope after hope I always knew As with all things precious, the bonds will break away
Under the incandescence of astral skies On this seemingly slight net which sustains us Eternally beckoning with veiled eyes the richest of wine in an empty chalice
Withering in these arms which never knew you fingers never having been blessed with your skin devotion that cuts the mightiest seas through overcome with desire for your mere presence