You were as a shadow in the tilting sun 
Just as the ashes falling from my embrace 
Insomuch I knew then what had befallen
The winds carried you to an unreachable place

Ardently I had a firm grasp upon you 
Someday I knew, they would never let you stay
yet dreams upon dreams, hope after hope I always knew 
As with all things precious, the bonds will break away 

Under the incandescence of astral skies 
On this seemingly slight net which sustains us 
Eternally beckoning with veiled eyes 
the richest of wine in an empty chalice

Withering in these arms which never knew you 
fingers never having been blessed with your skin 
devotion that cuts the mightiest seas through
 [bad word] with desire for your mere presence