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.