Had I, not blind, perhaps suspected

careless ways, my heart neglected

blood turned black, my veins infected

you sweet voice to me sings


And in my haste I gave too much

Compromised and eager, such

as one who craves too strong soft touch

and dark forbidden things


So ripped and raw and torn asunder

Day’s end calls as sun slips under

‘neath your waves, farewell my wonder

Cold to my bones, night brings


And in the lands of shade I’m lost

No coin to pay redeeming cost

My face grow pale as winter’s frost

To summer’s dream I cling


And on and on until the sight

Of day break pushes back the night

And there you stood in golden light

And hope eternal springs