A darkened day in late September,
Fires burned to final ember...

I breathe in deep, take in the air,
My eyes still closed in silent prayer...

An angel's face with golden hair
With her charm can ne'er compare...

Burning vision of his love,
a gift he thinks, from gods above...

I feel your arm upon my own,
And suddenly we are alone...

What do you see with eyes on me?
You see a human, winsome, free...

The hope is gone
My dream is dead...

My heart it weeps
For times gone by...

I long to know your tender touch
To hold you near I'd give so much...

A dream so strong it cannot die
Captures, holds, enslaves minds eye...

What is it lies within your soul,
I want the truth, I need it whole...

In troubled manner shall I sleep,
Till I no longer make you weep...