Weatherspace

(álbum: La Vita Nuova - 2020)

When a longing that was made to thrive
Once made alive, it began to wither
Saw your beauty rare so as to alarm despair
Dark and aware and I drew you hither

With reverent thought and eyes a-brim
I'm lost as I now behold
This vision of, no thought of love
But days of gold, fresh with hope
And eyes of black, skin like honey

Sweet and soft to hold me aloft
To swoon and sing to wring and strum
Now for you on the wood and string
He once brought me when all was young

If you allow this reverie
I cannot help but render thee
My striving prose which will disclose
My weakness and unwillingness
To fight against this agony

I conjured you and oh, now I am lost
Sweet foundling, I am tallying the cost
It's just my sanity

I'm haunted now by will and choice
The sound of my voice and this dull regretting
My phantom seed, my devilish need
I'll never recover this blood you're letting

You are sleeping, you are jade
Held in another weatherspace
With claret mouth in peace apart
I swear at heart to keep from you
This fallow muse you've brought to spark

How I wish I'd never seen your face
I'm powerless against your maddening ways
Which have their way with me

I conjured you and oh, now I am lost
Sweet foundling, I am tallying the cost
It's just my sanity