Lost Light

Laurels like a canyon

Leaping for my life

Kissing all my best friends

While sleeping with my wife

Only on the inside

Every lover lost

Unfaithful to the bone

Keep it silent, angel

Or else sleep alone

Maiden, Mother, Crone

All such works of art

Oh, to feel a single thing

Is just cheating on my heart

Another girl, another bed

The unknowing living

The grateful dead

Some want to say they need me

But I can't say it back

This bed was made by John

But the house was built by Jack

When I tore my sight to be with you

Weighing hearts

Raising sails

As my eyes fell

From the scales

Wraiths like a wreath

War above

Church beneath

And now

Sculpted hips, shoulders, hands

The scent of star from older lands

Flame eternal

Still burns this skin

Woman inventing man

Inventing sin

Beneath, a friend

She lets me in

But I can't truly do the same

For I am never tame

I love lost light

In imaginary skies

The most