THE LASTING EMBERS OF NIGHT LAY WASTE TO MY EYES,
I WAIT THE LONG SLEEP HOPING FOR SOME PEACE,
SHE IS THERE ONLY WHEN THEY ARE CLOSED,
MOVING THROUGH THE ROOM HOLD ONLY HER NIGHT GOWN,
HER FIGURE GLOWING IN THE LIGHT OF THE MOON,
CALLING TO ME IN A SWEET VOICE AS FOR NO OTHER,
THOUGHT MY EYES ARE CLOSED I CAN SEE EVERY PART OF HER,
MY HANDS ARE MY EYES FOREVER BOND TO HER SOUL,
IF ONLY IN MY DREAMS THE THING I COULD SEE OR EVEN HOLD,
SHE IS THE LIFE THAT KEEPS ME FROM FALLING,
SHE IS MYTH WRAPPED IN HARMOINE OF SOUNG,
AS WITH THE SOUNDS OF LIFE TO THERE IS A SOUND TO DEATH,
AS THEY DANCE IN ENTRENAL EMBRACE,
THESE ARE THE THINGS I SEE WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES,
IT MAKES ME WONDER IF SHE REALLY WAS THERE OR JUST A DREAM,
DID SHE HOLD ME TIGHT OR LET LOSE HER WRAITH,
THIS I SHALL NEVER KNOW.
