Away from you, my darling, dreams of pain,

of tenderness and love torment my soul.

Though your absence is the lightless hour

when the world has sunk so deep into the well

of night it seems that it can never rise,

you are the flinging of the first few coins

of song into the dark whose scattered lights

fire the great engines of the dawn.

Return to me, oh please my love return,

and if the stars ordain I suffer even

when I’m in your arms, then may your eyes

become like suns rising in the heavens

of your face so that in bliss I burn

and burning, fade from you in crimson skies.

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