I watched you dancing in the street,
The shadows were still marching;
Enchanted counting every step
Of beauty, bliss and torching.

The morrow’s silent curtain rose
And every bell was chiming;
An angel fell beneath my feet,
‘twas flattered by your charming

Smile and woe and dreams and gesture -
Come forth, my sweet darling!
I approach you, then I fail,
And doom is all but crying.

And now I long for these pink lips,
A breath like honeyfire;
A neverending urge to calm
To burn this fucking pyre.