Echoes of the Eternal

In the midst of the darkness of the night and in its silence,

when my senses go numb and my subconscious beyond,

I can sometimes hear the gods whispering.

It's unintelligible, what they're saying;

to me it sounds like your laughter,

I get a hint of the smell of your hair,

I can feel your skin under the palm of my hands,

and then I know that I'm brought close to you.

When my eyes can close, my unrest can stand still, my heart feel warm and my skin touches skin,

I can rest in your arms and finally forget my name.

My spirit reaches out in despair,

and the gods lull my soul to the eternal.

For my love is dead and they feed off me.