April Ethereal

It was me, peering through the looking-glass
Beyond the embrace of Christ
Like the secret face within the tapestry
Like a bird of prey over the crest
And she was swathed in sorrow, as if born within its mask

Her candlelight snuffed, the icon smiled
Emptiness followed by her wake
I could clasp her in undying love
Within ghostlike rapture, the final word was mine

She faced me in awe

It was a token of ebony colour
Embodied in faint vapour
Wandering through April's fire
Compelled to grasp and to hold the one that was you

Compelled to grasp and to hold
The one that was you

I will endure, hide away
I would outrun the scythe, glaring with failure

It is a mere destiny I thought
A threshold I had crossed before

The rain was waving goodbye

And when the night came the forest folded its branches around me
Something passed by, and I went into a dream
She, laughing and weeping at once: Take me away

I don't know how or why
I'll never know when