Deeper darkness, closer silence
movements in a distant quarter of his mind
shattered by losing pride, brought out by foolish tides
reflecting her gentle grace, making her way silently
remaining in faded grey forever, gently weeping.?
Now her eyes merge with the dark side of the moon
and her casket in my mind buried within a tomb
rejoice no more for divinity is forever gone.
and his heart now turns once more to stone.
This time, she shape shifts like desert sands
lovers of divine silence, take heed.
neither here nor in heavens shall you rise
show that you shall stand in the stillness
the smell of whom sets me free
like the last phase of the moons descent to the sea
jasmine of ancient seasons, she summons me
Slight movement of our hands,
fades in with the crimson sun,
a paled move of the brow,
quietly lets the wine flow.
A need to exclaim and rejoice
remains buried in deep mourning
and she lets you know her intentions
which you could have guessed...