You a shadow in the swirling mist
while I stood here in the cold
shivering with anticipation
sure you’d be made of gold.

Your heart beat within me
fragrant and whispering my name
bared my soul and let you in
Life’s mysterious game.

I lie drenched in sweat now
Mourning a dead love not born
Pining for a tattered dream
That left me with the dawn.