The halls are all formed of light,
the roof is of the stars.
The floor is where the planets lay,
the beauty of Neptune, the strength of Mars.
Where she walks is warped from space
and the air she breathes is pure.
The words she speaks are and exist,
but there even truth is never sure.
Her rage is poured into the sun
and her love into the moon.
Her eyes reflect the starry night;
I pray for her to take me soon.
Her touch is soft, like that of silk,
her smile the dawns own light.
She taunts me so, and here I weep,
I cannot belong to such a sight.
So the night passes to the day
and her anger fills me once again.
I see those halls once more, and take
my memories of her alone, to cover up my sin.