A tired whimper, a silent chime....
The voice of my spirit calls out to you--
Can toi not hear it, so pure, so true?
I am shadowless wine
Waiting for your lips to taste me,
To drink me and shine
With the glow of my spirit set free--
Let me not stare through this cold wineglass,
ou evaporate into nothingness--
Oh, let us share our lives or--alas!
We would be entrapped in emptiness...
So breathe me, taste me, drink me until
The very corners of your soul I fill;
Let the glow of this wine most deeply impart
The warmth of my l’amour to fill your sweet heart!
