You are a lighthouse, a muse, a song,
you carry me in your swaying,
prisoner of your Eden,
lost in your sweet charm.
The soul in soft brokenness
rises in tender fervour,
the wind whispers its love,
in the shadows of your mantle.
You are the echo of my verses,
my refuge and my reason,
an instant, a thousand universes,
your presence, my song.
You are a lighthouse that in the fog
guides my wandering steps,
in your embrace, my chains
become instants.
