So close to my heart
So far from my touch
You're my morning breeze
My evening star;
Beneath a blurry film
I look from afar
With an ache in my heart
For the warmth of your hug;
To feel your fingertips dance like feathers
Across my skin tingling with affection
I'd give my last breath
Be it my last trump;
Before the altar
I fall on my knees
Where are my yesterdays
My burning heart screams;
Regret and remorse hurl a spear through my chest
A sense of loss spins a labyrinth in my head

I am an abandoned house atop a hill
With the flurry of bats and creaks of the hinge;
Furnished with silk and warm in my hearth
Once upon a time