Soft whispers of promised devotion,
Haunt me, in the quiet of this night.
I am alone.

In my bed of leaves and loneliness I lie
To myself.
I dream of soft whispers,
Of a promise not yet kept.
A promise I said you should not make.

Deny thy people and take my name.
Run with me to a place untouched
In my heart, sleeping in my soul
I reach out my hand
And you're not there.

Can you feel me in this hour?
This hour of dimming desire.
The quest set before me demands my attention.
Yet in the quiet of night I can hear you,
I can feel you.
Breathing
Into me.