My Lover in The Mist . . .
You are “the” woman, I had, I kissed, I loved, I missed
But now, you are only my torment, my lover in the mist.
Why, where, how did we meet? Why the food and rags on my feet?
You were “the” goddess my life, my station, I risked.
But now, you are only my phantom prey, my lover in the mist.
I woke to your silken hair, your name? Your softness, priceless bliss
Your eyes I met, your heartbeats I forget and secrets I forget to list
But now, you are only my pain, my happiness in the mist.
I was mad for your lips, so red, so full, how was it you wist?
Now I just crawl and feel my soul inside my angered head just bend and twist
But now, you are only my laughing lover standing in some invisible mist.
What demon, what monster made you lay and leave
Clutching my heart, waving, rocking, you hiding my sleeve
I never asked, never dreamed, just held steady my olden fist
But now, you are only my sight, in some forlorn vagabond mist.
Alas, cruel, soulless sundown so mocking, laughing like the *brute
My sight, my sound, my words of loving you ran moot
I died twice in your arms and no savior did I enlist
But now, you are only a shadow, in an ancient unfound mist.
Oh, for one moment more, dear Lilah, my angel, my match, my whore
No laws could keep such a heart, but life alive, the beast drove out your life
Just one sunrise, the kiss in your eyes, to hold, to say, to insist
But now, you are only my sorrow, in what used to be a mist.
*one meaning in pre-first century for satan
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