Is it not heaven that walks
In slender legs like cherry stems
And hair of chestnut brown,
That turns near crimson
In embrace of evening light,
And wistful mountain lakes
That slumber in her wistful eyes,
And tender mornings,
That rest upon her tender tongue.
She speaks in riddles to my mind
And in song to my waning heart
She enthralls, condemns, rejuvenates
She breaks me open, tears my lungs
And fills them up with honey sweet.
As I awake once more in dark
There is a light unfading
Right underneath my eyes.
Walk bravely in my dreams
And be not afraid to spend the night
It's warm out here
And it shall be warmer still with you
Oh heaven,
Oh lilac gentle, heavenly sent.