your lips were like a red and ruby chalice
warmer than the summer night
the clouds were like an alabaster palace
rising to a starry height. each star its own aurora borealis
suddenly you held me tight
i could see the midnight sun. i can't explain the silver rain that found me. or was that a moonlight veil?
the music of the universe around me
or was that a nightingale?
and then your arms miraculously found
suddenly the sky turned pale
i could see the midnight sun
it's a thrill i still don't quite believe
and yet when you were gone
there was still some stardust on
my sleeve. the flame of it may dwindle to an ember
and the stars forget to shine
or i may see the meadow in december
icy white and crystalline. but oh my darling always i'll remember
when your lips were close to mine