Silver Apples Velvet Cave
Sail over distant waters till you reach the honeyed shore
Walk on through purple flowers. Breathe the golden fragrance.
You have reached the final island where dreams light up the daytime.
You are at the end of journey, all is peace.
Wine trickles down from mountains, crimson streamers floating.
Sweet meats hang from bushes and ripely cry for plucking.
Maidens gather flowers and feed you with soft fingers.
Hours are a song that never ends. Hours are a songt that never ends.
You can see love waiting inside the velvet cave.
She calls you from the meadow. Her eyes are brightly shining.
Her breasts are fruits she offers, so you leave the fields behind you.
To follow promises she will fulfill. She will fulfill.
In the cave there’s no tomorrow, nor any yesterday.
Just the hammer of her heartbeat as she draws you down beside her.
And you sink down on the pillow of her body hotly loving.
And you pray you’ll never waken to the day.
And you pray you’ll never waken to the day.
Never.
Never.
Never.
