Prince charming here I wade to the calling of the night.
Your sound has ebbed my strong held knees,
and your flesh has not me fright.
...
To A Friend
Prince charming here I wade to the calling of the night.
Your sound has ebbed my strong held knees,
and your flesh has not me fright.
I'm an Ouzel bird to your ocean of love,
in which the depth so deep,
I am drowning now, but oh my how, did this all begin to seep.
Our Future arcane,
our Present a gift,
the Past brought us together.
No more lonesome,
no more rift,
and Angel to fly with forever.