Dreaming of Heaven
Dancing in hazel
Drowning in gold
Whispers of love
And stories unfold
Of sacred heroes
Painted in stars
In dreams and blood
And faded scars
There'd be no more hiding
In dark alleys
No more begging
On broken knees
That lips would kiss
From ash to dust
That hands would touch
From love to lust
And still they danced
Two lovely sprites
Into the dawn
Through moonless nights
Drenched in their love
Discarding masks and disguise
Sitting on the sands
They'd watch the sun rise
And he held on still
To that broken wing
Of an angel on her grave
Where she lay since spring
Dreaming
Again, a hundred times
With no final farewell
As he left her cold bed
Before dawn
That this world he was in wasn't hell.