Eyes of burning fire
Hair of streaking gold...

I've written letters to myself
Simply to find the word identity...

Let\'s play a game of chess
With our hearts as the king...

Shall we dance to midnight's music
to bring about Thy smile...

We wear the necklaces strung
From the dead carcasses of time...

Stunning silver moonbeams glow
Reflections from the lake below...

Flowery illusion as your eyes meet with mine
a smile, so bright, lighting up the sky...

Fresh cut grass, leaping into the silent air
very strong, but yet, fading away...

Heart of sun borne in me
Soul of moon hides within...

Wrapped with the petals
Dipped in gold musk...

I cannot breath when you say those words to me
My hands grow cold, locked away in misery...

They chant love as though all other words cease
Holding it in their palms; glossed with sweat...