The eye to the soul gazes at me through the trees,

Mimicking the whispers my lover tells me.

Come hither from here,

Come thither to me,

Hold open your hand as we catch gentle breeze.

Softly they caress,

Special care to my bosom,

Lulling me into the chasm of dreams.

Frame me with words of a soft moon kiss,

Carry me tenderly across angry sea.

On wings of your light I see without cause,

Falling to bliss in blind single slumber.

My tears have gone darkly,

Pale memories to hold.

Sing to me sweet,

The lullaby of Fear,

And tie me to rhythm I no longer hear.