Saffron Glimpse

Velvet machine
The mainline connection
Saffron glimpse of lovers
Velvet unseen
Gone with Ulysses
Fled to New York City

She was never my lover
Dreams not yet written
The devils are in the walls
Her eyes keep me hidden

Long black hair
I long for her affection
Her shadow, soft and sleeping
Her devotion unfolds
She takes her clovers
And calls Cleopatra

Seed, and tree
The great Lord Luna
With her heavy armor
Elementary roses
I only thought of my sisters
Sleeping on her tapestry
The castle feels my sorrow

There's the scent of, love and beauty
Some call it, the revolution
Yet again I, hear the chamber
Grim and ancient, as the storm

Vague impressions of mirrors
Her hair on my pillow
Lost in conversation
Darkness falls upon her love