When names become a needless thing

The grace of day to black will fade.
In shallow seas will lovers wade.
To seeming love the weak will cling
when names become a needless thing.

Our lust will don the robes of love.
No guiding stars will shine above.
From shapeless dreams, lost grief will spring
when names become a needless thing.

Our friends will trust their lying eyes
and bind us with once loving ties.
From endless ropes our hopes will swing
when names become a needless thing.

The beauty of the nights will fade
when names become a needless thing.