In the hazes of a distant dream land
I see you
Shrouded in the hearts of dreary dawns
Smiling
and pulling me aside you would
smell and caress me all over
a gentle wink and the lightest kisses
and the night would break the spell
On the borders of the smelting fire
A pyre awaits for the burning star
Skits on the shadows of the darker waves
Grim and tied in the locks of the hair
In the wearied low-lands of the outer earth
I see you
Spinning in the many colours of our lives
Beckoning
Child's play at the sound of the horn
Cacophonies and running home
Splintering at the daze of the day
And grinding in silhouettes
In the wake of the latest day
I see you
Eating tomorrows in the cream of love
Smiling