Sweet Raptures Return

Sweet whispers of the night make their call
awake I am, for dreaming cannot go on
haunted by the memory of your touch, your words

asleep I can never return
until you return

to my humble feather bed
laying close, you said I was beautiful, perfect
my skin, virgin to that breath of words until that night

distance haunts my eternal mind
distance hates my undying gleam of joy across my lips

I need you here
I cry out for the words, the poetry
now, here and now please now come home to me
we can be together, together again forever
forever preserved in the moment of ecstasy

nirvana