Hard Strokes of Velvet (The Song)

She crosses the room with her hair in rip tides
Another dark passage is left open wide
A dream realistic, a Cheshire Cat smile
To bother her not's a Herculean trial

Her hair is like Aurum in body and soul
A fancy word for something darker than gold
You feel so wise in this Neithian frame
And yet you don't see yet just what I became
For you

My heart beats so rapid
My eyes move not slow
Like an ordinary day in January
Ice will never quickly go

How long has it been since we chanced to partake
A meeting of houses with tea and with cake
Unleashing our wits all so loaded with sprite
I know that you loved me once, only in spite

Do I gaze upon you as longingly then
As Florentine poets who take to their pens
To lock themselves in after learning, alas
The news of their muses hath joining the Passed

In Mist Colored Fire
In Fire Colored Mist
Like a revelation, or the resignation
Of the truth that's in their midst

In Hard Strokes of Velvet
Soft Slaps of a Glove
Would you break me down, would you shake me down
If you knew I'm in love
With you

Ask me if you see me, sometime around
If you'd ever want, with me, to go into town
I know all the pathways, I know all the tricks
I know all the ways to get across the river Styx

And all I need within my hands
Is yours to never slip like sand
From out of reach, we'll take the leap
Into those lands reserved for sleep
If you tell me that you love me
Then that's all you need do
Just tell me that you love me
Your word will make it true

Cause in Hard Strokes Of Velvet
In Soft Strikes of Suede
Then the image forms of a silent storm
With the softness of a blade

In Hard Strokes of Velvet
In Soft Saffron Blows
You can melt the frost, and can free the lost
And let all the searchers know
What you've found