Golden Are Your Hours

Golden are your hours Slipping into the sea Suns rays reach touching the tower Golden are your eyes Alight with infernal power Bleeding amber fire From delicate lips Light stretches out from behind Golden is your breath Plums of mist delicate laced intricate grace Golden is your skin Sliding under leather sin You stand behind the facade Of divinity raining amber flames Your continent's emerald race Golden are your hours Your minutes on the face The face of this rare earth Golden is your hair Cobwebs of amber Cover your hands Dripping into my history Delicate is your time Golden are your hours