It was me, peering through the looking-glass. Beyond the embrace of Christ. Like the secret face within the tapestry. Like a bird of prey over the crest.
And she was swathed in sorrow, As if born within its mask. Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled. Emptiness followed by her wake.
I could clasp her in undying love. Within ghostlike rapture The final word was mine. She faced me in awe.
It was a token of ebony colour. Embodied in faint vapour. Wandering through April´s fire. Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you.
I will endure, hide away. I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure. It is a mere destiny I thought, A threshold I had crossed before.
The rain was waving goodbye, And when the night came The forest folded its branches around me. Something passed by, and I went into a dream.
She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away". I don't know how or why, I´ll never know When. |
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