audio file for "Cope"
Its fire fuels me but its flame is even to dim
To light even the simplest of torches.
It smolders in wait of fan of kindled coal.
With every creeping inch the new day arrives
And with it the stars fade into a soft backdrop
Of brilliant rays of orange, reds and yellows.
I want to pluck the heavens, one by one,
Before they disappear.
I want to capture the crescent before it dives,
Once more, into its endless ocean.
I want to paint the sky with them,
As if the sky were my canvas
And simple brush strokes
Could restore such fleeting desires.
Your absence brings a light of anew,
All I can do is pray to the Godís
To restore the black and white.
I beg for your soft undertones once more,
To immerse myself in your subtle essence,
To quench my thrust in you river of darkness
Like I have so many times before.
But you were gone way too soon
And left me to burn in my passions.
I have seen you before, my old friend.
Iíll be here waiting for your return,
I wonít sleepÖ