At dawn
When birds sing
Fluttering their wings
And dancing on tree tops
...
I hear that call
From far away
Gentle, caressing...
Those tender words
...
Words show me brightest of lights
Words show me darkest of nights
Words make tender my heart
...
I stand before you!
My eyes are crimson,
So are yours.
We are torn
...
I want to behold your face
On the belly of the horizon
Growing darker and darker
Until it bursts
...