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