• Long ago,
    In my dreams,
    I watched him go,
    Gripping his words so despratly,

    Leaning toward his ever fading warmth,
    Listening so carfully,
    Watching his heart disappear,
    Carfully dancing to his song,

    Holding me with his angel's wings,
    That carress of his voice,
    His arms have become a memorie,
    The stronghold that has turned ghostly,

    A storm of silver,
    In my thoughts,
    His pericing eyes,
    Drove right through me,

    Just as he leaves,
    I finally fade away into his wings.