I hold a vision of the one
Who holds my heart in his hands
It is him for whom I search
In the lonely fields of dreams
To take back what once belonged to me alone
To replace and find solace for
That which has long since gone
I seek his eyes of darkest green
Smouldering passion
Burning into my soul
I feel his silken hair blowing in the breeze
And feel its touch across my cheek
As with smiling features
A stance of pure challenge and arrogance
He holds aloft my dying heart
The blood dripping,
A stagnant pool around his feet
He stands upon the threshold
An offering of what could have been
But I am too weak and cold
I can not reach out and secure
That offer which he holds
It no longer has any meaning
It no longer carries what once was
There are too many rivers between us
Too many oceans to bridge
I lie dying upon the slab of love
Cast out and distraught
My heart no longer belongs
And without its return I will never be free
From the tortuous hold he has over me
Without his releasing,
Allowing the last drop of blood to fall
Then I will always be here
To answer his call
I hear him calling on the winds
A whisper on the storm
The nights so cold and barren
Without his touch
This emptiness overwhelms
Becomes too much
I yearn to be in possession of
That slowly beating heart
To reignite its passion once more
His hold upon me needs to be broken
I need to be released
Please let me take back what was once mine
Let me hold it once again before it dies completely
Allow me finally
To be awoken
