Come to me, Weeping angel. I want to wash your tears In my own birth of sadness. I want to send the sun To eclipse the moon in your heart Your face, Combined in the lace Of a million miles, draped Across, atop the craters, created By the stones that drop from your eyes. While we lived With venom in our veins, Burning wind to breathe, Among fanciful tales to sing, Because we could not see reality. I will love, so that the future sees the sunrise. Will you love, to depart from the sunset? Through the night, Imagine the sun Opening your eyes As you, once more, rise.