Until the moment when your palm made prayer of my own
And lips then followed suit to cast the sin away
The taste of pure joy to me had been unknown.
To hold that moment always: no price too dear to pay.
Too quick to love, to sorrow turned delight
When you were named: the heir of my foe.
Had I not eyes to keep you from my sight
And to my heart deny this willful woe…
A moment’s weakness and the harm was done. Lament
Will not exchange your lineage for another.
What have I done? For what must I repent
To purge this longing and all feelings smother?
Had I the motion of the stars within my reach
I’d make them turn the flow of time and make it dawn
For yet another chance I would beseech,
Relive the day in flight. From you withdrawn.
If only you were nigh to hear my plea,
Make yours another name, your past deny
And with one word set all my troubles free,
Make me believe the truth to be a lie.
vic briggs 