On truth that begins tomorrow

In a lazy Sunday afternoon
I got lost within myself
My inner garden in bloom
Was like heaven and hell

There I wait for someone
While down in the darkness
In my night, at home

And so you arose

Your soul was red and black,
Soft melodies of my dreams
Of everything one day I left

Said

"Let's drink of the heart of the night
 As fate is but a man who embraces me
 I, sister of the lone moon"

Sang

"Let's drink for the heart of the night
 As you free fall in love with me
 I, sister of the lone doom"

- If your song wouldn't whisper in my heart, what would do it? -

Close the best of well-seeming forms
You were like a bird walking in ashes
And a multitude of ever-changing colors
Rising and falling and twisting
Tasting acid cherry
A sweet apple pie

And the sensation of swimming naked in the sea

Time melted down over my shoulders as you kissed me
Suddenly rapture slashed my entire being
And the feather of ground in my homemade shame
Flew away...

On truth that begins tomorrow:
Well, was I just a fantasy?