It was me, peering through the looking-glass
Beyond the embrace of Christ
Like the secret face within the tapestry
Like a bird of prey over the crest
And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask
Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled
Emptiness followed by her wake
I could clasp her in undying love
Within ghostlike rapture the final word was mine
She faced me in awe 'twas a token of ebony colour
Embodied in faint vapour
Wandering through April's fire
Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you
I will endure, hide away
I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure
It is a mere destiny I thought, a threshold I had crossed before
The rain was waving goodbye, and when the night came
the forest folded its branches around me
Something passed by, and I went into a dream
She laughing and weeping at once: "take me away"
I don't know how or why, I'll never know WHEN