Lying here next to you, in a familiar way like we...
I look your way to match those eyes, that see...
Lost in the eyes of water.
It's trembling ripples embrace my fears...
The fear of winter darkness sits quietly
the fireflies ceases to move...
A flash of light,
a crash of hell...
Everyday I sit here quietly
Wondering, why I've been silenced...
In a far dark desert Roses bloom
carved from a brittle sand...
I stoop my head in wonder
As your cool radiance lances my being...
As you turn and trap me in the lidded gaze
of eyes torn to a cold and searing rage...
Will you call to me
in the sun burnished landscape...
Will you call to me
when the last times fall...
High in Towers dark
where Orb and wand weave...
I hold a key gleaming
before a door of silvered hue...