Within the Presence of Absence

Your eyes speak more than More than your lips More than your mouth Bare were your summer Shoulders and arms And slender neck She rose up beautiful before me And bare she walks the morning anew It is the wound she gave me Through my heart, drives her rain Her face under the sky is full of golden sun I drew her through the midnight sky on iron leaves There is no name for you You fed me wine on a tender voyage Within your silk, I love to forget I step around you softly Drown away your little hatreds Your pain is just a memory As your summer fruit decays My fire for you stays Your body is a legend I launched into her as the earth began to die It is within her, my name is now known The hand draws slowly back to the poor art of my eye These are not fingers I have Put off your air of tragedy The art of light on your body Falls apart in the moonlight Your eyes speak more than More than you lips More than your mouth Bare were your summer Shoulders and arms And slender neck --- Within the Presence of Absence - My Dying Bride