We dreamed of a lonely house
Where love alone knows our name,
Away from the noise and crowd
We would knit our passion’s flame.
Lost amid the silent hills
Oh the altar we would make!
For the fire of poetry
To rise and the world to shake.
My love, this house is no place,
It is wherever we are,
Its ground revolves deep within
Like the light of the first star.
Therefore when you are lonely
Place your hand upon your chest
And within feel us shining
Our sun joining east and west.
A song to a lost lover, the lovers we often are.