This love while embers roar.
Will it die as those before?
A heart set free!
How can it soar?
Without the burning, EMBERS ROAR…
A soul upon my heart does rest.
Hid behind SOs not to test
A curtain black;
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 to sea without the test-
of true loves touch,
Of those things said!
Forlorn… raging tides slowly ebb!! …