And no movement to burn a bridge
While your eyes still set upon the horizon.
Drown you to sleep,
As tides gather our tears,
While the earth relives our fears
In trembling hearts.
Folding your hands against your bosom
So wide with tears escaping closed eyes,
I can wear a crown of thorns
If bleeding only pleases you.
Neptune once raised me,
As Bacchus once drowned me
In a storm of wine before the dine
Upon a million more kisses,
In your arms, where a final stroke did harm
My heart, where dreams come, shattering.