Past Maidens

[bad word]  [bad word] rinoamusic

Enjoy the past, the memories they last. 
But we have today so embrace the moment. 
I sit in naked wonder. 
I walked through the trees beneath the breeze, saw a child so sad. 
Her bright eyes burn in me. 
Shines with the pale moonlight. 

Holy ghost I caught your lonesome stare, frightening piercing sadness. 
Your sight blinds my eyes. 
Memories I cannot hide. 
Your mystic haze stirs young romance; I shy away like a child. 
And the night plays with its shadows. 
Oh it plays like a child. 

The deathly painters on your walls, they travel on. 
I looked to the room where we once laid. 
My thoughts roamed all the way to the gates. 
Morning fog whirling thick like smoke. 

My restless farewell, my maiden.