Nocturne - Anabantha
Infinite and fleeting
your dark look
your aroma embraces me
bewitching me
becoming illusion
becoming immortal
and in forgotten worlds
not even solitude
your image of light
that comes and goes
and in the midst of shadows
I meet you again
crying our for passion
whimpering maybe
my spirit begs to know where
you will go
the hidden sky
my nights of love
in some star
that never shines
crying our for passion
whimpering maybe
my spirit begs to know where you will go.