Witchcraft's blog: "Witchwerks"

As night hath stars, more rare than ships 

In ocean, faint from pole to pole,

So all the wonder of her lips 

Hints her innavigable soul.

Such lights she gives as guide my bark;

But I am swallowed in the swell 

Of her heart's ocean, sagely dark, 

That holds my heaven and holds my hell. 

In her I live, a mote minute 

Dancing a moment in the sun:

In her I die, a sterile shoot

Of nightshade in oblivion. 

In her my self dissolves, a grain

Of salt cast careless in the sea;

My passion purifies my pain 

To peace past personality. 

Love of my life, God grant the years 

Confirm the chrism - rose to rood! 

Anointing loves, asperging tears 

In sanctifying solitude! 

Man is so infinitely small

In all these stars, determinate. 

Maker and moulder of them all, 

Man is so infinitely great!

At The Gates Of Silent Memory - Performed by Fields of the Nephilim
yes today life that I knew so sick of all the people a blind moon over to the window where the night has become elizium for the sleepless souls and our days to come you stand with dalila may be I'll just pass-away or may be I'll stay but I feel alive with you and I feel some kind of heaven when I feel deep inside her I feel some kind of heaven hear me give me some kind of heaven come in from the cold I'll owe you my heart be my shelter and refuge for the night love of my life pour your light on the faith I can feel make it real in her sleep