My skin stings with sense of sound
And your angels trumpet in my despair
My faith is lost and then found
In brief pauses you are allowed to care
In strong spell of love we are bound
And all myself before you lies bare
Drown me in a violent stream
Send me away with enchanting birds
Hide me from shadows that blaspheme
Deluge my hope in a lake of fear
Peace is less dear when I dream
When I dream of you my dear
Dream of ripples of your shoulders
The soul tormenting guitar that speaks
Clutches of your warm flavored fingers
Binds me to all my soul that it seeks
Touch and pain of thousand daggers
One sharp song and the agony of weeks
The days must change, and I know that here
In these new stories despite the tongue of fire
Jumping at every waving silver thread
Still our sorrows will be woven into delight’s attire
Because the gates of fate are sometimes so clear
That I have confused god’s desire with mine
