In the darkest night, the winds howls and breezes sigh,
Seemingly, wanting not to die.
I stand on a shore of brimstone and ash,
Wondering how long his will last.
My time alone without your touch,
Your hold, your kiss, no nothing such.
I want you here, or me be there,
Or for us to be just anywhere.
Me in your arms, your words in my ear telling me there is nothing to fear.
But, that day is not yet here mystery man of mind sight,
So come to me and curtail this endless night.
