How Like a Winter

Bescreen'd

How Like a Winter


You can hide in my arms 
if the Sky unleashes his fury 
for He's betrayed 
in your heart lays my sight 
for all the things 
I've searched and looked for... 
My end belongs to your beginning 
my death will follow your blossom 
my eyes will seek your hands forever 
Oh thou, pale tulip of mine 

"What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night 
So stumblest on my counsel?" 

In Night I came to you 
for There were born our kisses 
and pleasures breathe so far from the Sun 
envious by the grace 
that shines in light of yours 
a sweet damnation fell on my breath 
Since then I can't but look for you 
wearing a mask of Night 
for There were born our dreams 
My end belongs to your beginning 
my death will follow your blossom 
my eyes will haunt your life forever... 
Our fields will be forever 
visible to no one 
that can't reach the light above us 
... so dim... 
I hold within my fever 
your Eyes as pure as water 
Never I will chase Them in the Sun 
'Cause Sun is only a vision 
a strange kind of illusion 
Night is the only mother we have 
Wait is my own father