Eternity Winds the Clock

eternity winds the clock on our time tonight
from the breath of twilight, stretching across the land
to the morning's awakening, here, before the sands reach their end
all is movement and static as the colors that spread themselves across our bodies
from shadows to reds, in these moments in our bed
while eternity walks with us , there are no ways
to release, the seconds from our sight, as we gaze onward
until tomorrow's heart, our beauty rests in a place
that never can be torn apart
our bodies unwind in the presence of the movement
between our eyes, we climb, the fortune pulls itself toward
our beauty in this rhyme, forever is but a whisper
forever, is only a thought, as we drift in and out
back and forth, down to the earth, that feels so cool
on our skin, then warms, in the pleasure of our sin
a sin that washes, a sin that cleanses, soothes, all through the years
all the while, making us warm, in this pleasure tonight
eternal are the clocks that pass, the time, from one hand on
to the next, in the breath, i take this thought, swirl it in my mouth
the moistness, soaked in dream, a dream that brings me closer, closer in you
toward the minute, when we will release, all the colors that have dressed
our minds in this world tonight, eternity moves us on
in these hours now, just as the clock
rests its hands on us, so do the sounds of passion that will forever be
when ever we let ourselves fall back, into this time, eternity will catch us
and bring us back into the rhyme, of movement, of shadow
of the promises we spoke, as eternity rested, in our souls on that night