Should I dare to come and wake you from your magical trance,
And so, expose my naked soul to you, and the wicked tides of chance?
When he blows smoke into your mirrors, and you’re grasping at the last glance
Of the mistified expression, on your misty reflection, draped in the fragments of your shattered past.
I’d dreamt for so long of a gentle face,
With rippling hair like yours,
In a decorated dress of smoky, antique lace,
Tossed carelessly upon her bones
And eyes like rubies in the starlight,
Piercing through my thumping chest.
I’ll slave for you and let my body be the earth, to set your path.
I’ll sweep around you like the wind and hold you tight when you can’t stand.
Relieve your tired feet upon the shores of my sweet love.
I’ll cup my hands to offer you the bounty of the cherry groves,
And I’ll fight to keep you breathing when the smoke gets in your lungs.