Drag my fears to altar Sacrificing sleep to make peace With shadows dancing on the walls Penance is a costly coin I count sins like pennies in a jar Plunking copper in vain In a well that has not run dry A well that knows nothing of my sins No knowledge of my wishes
My temple is crumbling Age has never met mercy Time's cohorts know no pity These pillars hold up shambles of a roof Holding together is a dry hope for heavy skies
Will you lay with me On the coolness of the stone When the final hour awakens Creeping in to steal the heat of your skin Finding bashfulness looking upon the stars This is the same sky I see in the dark part of your eyes
I have longed for these constellations an eon and a half Concrete in my reasoning A stone knife on a stone table The world is not as you know her Or as she seems Her spinning does not dizzy you You crave stability Do not leave footprints in the sand
This incense is unburnt in my lungs Light me up once again Can I unbreathe your memory To unlearn threads Unwound in my tapestries I wait, unpatiently For your silken voice to whisper "Come to the light"
Promises whispered in the dark Kept beneath the moon Rafters of my temple an accord The trembling of my foundation will not strike You cannot move a stone mind As all things are made They can be undone Your apologies sway them not