I believe it was many moons ago
When the sun rose to my east
Lullabies grew with the roses then
With your curls a softness came over.
There palaces were visited
Angels came and whispered in our ears
My stranger and I, the occupier of me
You, my secret skies and all my affection.
If not for you, my eyes would not stay open
If not for your eyes, and your eyes alone
It would be only me and this moon
In that darkness, a ruinous self lies.
You are the lover, if all love shuns me
You are the prayer, if all faith abandons me.
I have no desire but to make haste to thee
To climb all mountains, to swim through seas
My lover, my life, my more than precious
My heart is a strange crevice to occupy
But it has belonged to you, worthless before.
I stitch ballads on its walls, all in your name
You are inked in all margins of my being
Come see my suffering and rid me of myself
Entwine your fingers into mine
The sun will never set as you and I meet
For only then, tears turn to beautiful streams
May there never be reasoning nor logic
To these paths only we shall take.
