Ren to Horo


The night had passed so gently
Caressing fingers stroking deep
The bed was warm with heated skin
The dream so soft and sweet

In darkness, fingers touched the soul
And soothed the secret pain
The phantom's lips were honey hot
Sucking, stroking till they came

Morning breaks the sweet fašade
Of souls merging in the night
The sun is up, the windows wide
And in comes the searing light

The bed is just an empty bed
The phantom revealed as dream
That soul was touched by nothing more
Than sheets of lonely cream

The soul is a strange and fickle thing
While the mind tries so hard to forget
But losing that ... my phantom lover
Is the only thing I'll ever regret