The night wind was blowing
But now it has settled –
There's a rustling
A darkness, a pang
Two figures emerge
From behind the façade
(For the life of me)
I can't remember her name
It was August or else
Maybe November
‘The dead of night' –
A phrase, how it rang
She asked me to kiss
Away all her memories
So I did it
And then I did it again
“We were not born
For battle, dear sir”
She told me
Free from all shame
For she did not need
Nor did I see
A reason
To point out the blame
Santa Ana, my thirst
Answered in prayer
Where thought becomes
Body and time
Yes we were lovers
Our souls unlike others
"Was it you, then, who
Asked me to shine?"
The night wind was blowing
But now it has settled –
There's a rustling
A darkness, a pang
A lady comes out
From behind the façade
(For the life of me)
I can't stop saying her name