He's coming back,
He's coming back-
The Man in Black.
Gone too long from my life,
I sit. I wait. Like a sailor's wife.
What sweet torture it is,
Apple, just out of reach.
Darkness will fall;
and hide us well,
we will journey together
but, we cannot tell.
His eyes will again pierce my very soul
and I, miserable captive of his spell,
waiting to breathe again,
waiting for his touch, his words.
I long for his touch, his scent, his essence,
magma of desire wells up in my soul
so much pain, so much separation!
through the years-
from across the ocean,
....he called to me, soundlessly; and I heard him
I heed. I know. I wait. I watch.
enter the darkness, the sweet darkness;
it calls to us both, enticing, inebriating-
Time pulls us closer and closer;
we will meet again
and seal our destiny