Oh, in step, of stair, and wry,
Spinning fast in brighter lights.
Gardens fast, the summer's grove,
Spent for you, and I alone.
Luminous night of stars so close,
All to touch in bigger dose.
In line for us, for you to see.
But still a chance to remember me.
Years and years, a drift, a way
To know the world's that you will see
Lips that shimmer, nails that glow,
In short, it's time that passes slow.
Sin from thy lips, the trepass but urged,
Whisper in reverie, all but unheard.
The clever three words, but told to me,
No secrets left kept of your final decree.