Sleepless She Moves

Sleepless she moves
Like a shoreline breeze blows
Like a silent wind chime in
An empty temple
You awaken sometime
In the golden predawn
With a vague impression on
Your vacant pillow

The tangled ghost lines
On the misty window
Are a frozen echo
Of the words you borrowed
From the royal bloodline
A drop to whom you owe
On the calvary road
You can't hope to follow

She changes her vows for so many
And she opens her mouth for so few
That you're constantly lost in the wonder
Of why she is visiting you

Still you cherish her like hemlock
Because she cut your wisdom down
And she treats you like an ocean
Knowing she's the river mouth

Still you bargain your dream
And you trade in your heart
And all you held dear
Is a whole torn in half
She's the silver antlers
To your bow-shy archer
A half-lit candle to
Your dream's departure

And the wild black horse
On the hillside
Has her fiery jaws
Round your face
You must learn to despise
Your reflection
If you're to evangelise
Your disgrace

Who are you?

Still you cherish her like hemlock
Because she cut your wisdom down
And she treats you like an ocean
Knowing she's the river mouth
And you want to claim you know her
But you're certain it's not so
For its when you claim she serves you
She finds somewhere else to go
She'll be gone again by morning
In the phosphorescent dew
Such a perfect echo
Of a perfection you once knew
Of a perfection you once knew
Of a perfection you once knew
Of a perfection you want