The fold lifts - he's there in the mist

The fold lifts - he's there in the mist

   And the world tumbles aside.

We come together and meet lips

   As Night's stars fill our eyes.

It's a world of two - two in the world.

   The rush - the fire of his touch

Enshroud us as a cocoon would

   And it's everything we want.

The fold suddenly lifts again -

   A secret knowledge now in its stead.

I face the garish morning sun

   With a smile - though twisted.