Beloved

Ash in the fire in the heart that’s gone cold Tiniest spark but the day has grown old There could be heaven and there could be hell Watching the sky as the last star beam fell Gold was the flame of the candle we lit Light was the dance of the shadows we played Whisper of words in the amber twilight Rapture and pearl on the bed where we lay Closer closer beloved lover Closer closer beloved lover Further further beloved lover Further further beloved lover Ash in the fire in the heart that’s gone cold Tiniest spark but the day has grown old There could be heaven and there could be hell Watching the sky as the last star beam fell Moon on the bars of the cell that we kept Fall of your gaze how your eyes look nowhere Cry and cry and away desire Wings of the wind at the edge of your stare Closer closer beloved lover Closer closer beloved lover Further further beloved lover Further further beloved lover