From heaven hangs a lonely branch,
And hidden from the city eyes,
Dangles a fruit from paradise.

The world, a noisy avalanche,
is blinded to the breathless sight.
Forbidden fruit asway at night.

From heaven flees a silver chain,
So intricate a work of art.
So jealous were the shining stars.

And people, with their broken brains,
saw not the jewel, saw not the spark
at the chain’s end to mock the dark.

From heaven, weary from its bliss,
sneaks a seraphic orb, a guest,
to keep our foolish lovers blessed.

And I can never dream to miss
his face when surly he descends.
We spill our hearts till the night ends.