As A Swan Loves The Sky

In the church of my heart doves slowly die
As they circle over discarded altars
Candle flames flicker, supplicants in the dry darkness
Extinguishing the wish and the dream
Hope and desire, disappearing with the incense haze
And the choir of my emotions sings into the night
Calling your name in a chorus of shrouded cacophony
Still I love you as an angel loves the Moon

In the church of my heart briars pierce the flesh
Veins wind round broken window frames
Hands reach through the ether in sad, eloquent gestures 
Embroidering with words that curse the night
Twining Madrigal melodies long forsaken by history
Closing my stone eyes to glimmering life
Cloisters of midnight smother my innocent feathery faith 
Yet I love you as a swan loves the sky

Barren stone fields and deserts of waste lie behind me
The green and the growing new life seems too far ahead
But there are Silver threads tangling my hair in hope
And a ghost of peace settles into my mind...
Can l drop the anchor weighing down my chest and 
Leave it behind, leave it behind...

In the church of my heart there are glassfuls of excuses
Dying reasons for all this echoing pain
Words carried through wires drop like ice on my heartstrings
Playing dirges in the chambers of amity and love
And you, so composed as you deal your callous cards 
Exhausting my soul with careless grey absence 
The mirror reveals a pale child hidden but never sought
And my love, only flesh that craves a cold knife

My love, only flesh that craves a cold knife