Gentle song of the heart.
Blind wind raging upon the sorrowful sky.
God, god?
Why have you left me here alone?
With this tempest, with this rogue?
Why doesn’t my deaf soul die?
Die upon the dawn of evening’s light.
Rise rise youth of the beautiful black swan.
Rise rise my darling.
My little bird.
My Angel.
My anguish.
My song.
And love me as I am yours.
As I am fear
As I am rose.
Dance with me before the world.
And listen with me to the quiet night.
Which with its light brings us to our dawn.
With deadly kisses upon its lawn.