At dawn
When birds sing
Fluttering their wings
And dancing on tree tops
...
I hear that call
From far away
Gentle, caressing...
Those tender words
...
Words show me brightest of lights
Words show me darkest of nights
Words make tender my heart
...
I stand before you!
My eyes are crimson,
So are yours.
We are torn
...
I want to behold your face
On the belly of the horizon
Growing darker and darker
Until it bursts
...
Time has passed by
And slowly we rise
From the dark pit of our slumber
...
The battle is over
The dust has settled
Together we toil
in the void of a collosal loss
...
My heart is soft
My eyes are wet
Each night I wait
Silent
...
Upon each turn of my head,
I behold your face-
Ethereal.
Your presence fills my heart
...