Krythe

Jennifer Paige©1999

The cloak of conversation wraps us warm

In the venture-odyssey of the mind

Where words are like stars caressing the moon

With the heat of our souls misting the sky

The last place on Earth harbored there

Temple of the Sun--your eyes

Where time stands still, yet still alive

With power and primacy let me worship there

Chorus     Forgive me my trespasses in this life

                Feel the meaning stared through these eyes

                Touch me, quench the thirst inside

                Drinking from a lake of fire, dared to drown

                    In the arms of a man in love

                    To die--

Our kind race full of passionate thieves

As insubstantial as ghosts

Though they haunt me, echoing regret

A silhouette of fire against my heart

Repeat chorus to end

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