He Who Sings
I long to know your deep mystery
A tongue to hold your sweet ecstasy
He who sings
You remain hidden
Teasing my heart with an un-embrace
Leaving me cold, sad smile on my face
He who stings
Soft whispers of You
Unrest the night and ache sleeping dreams
Interrupt the flow of archaic streams
You know things
A knock at my door
Though a door I cannot find in this
ANYTHING! to enter your sweet bliss!
He still sings
I close the windows
To my eyes, my ears, my heart, and lo!
Sweet tormentor, no choice but to go!
He who dies