… This love like embers roar.
Will it die as those before?
A heart set free,
how can it soar?
Without the burning embers, roar…
… My soul upon my heart does rest.
Hid behind SO’S not to rest.
A curtain black,
a simple jest,
a soul upon my heart does rest…
… She waits behind the curtain black.
Fleeting visions of the past.
trying to grasp,
the vastness of the curtain black!
… When raging tides begin to ebb,
gone back to sea without the test-
of true loves touch,
of those things said!
Forlorn… Raging tides slowly ebb!! …