My Mistress

Throughout these woods a flaming dress of hers caress my soul as the morning mist will come
The voices make me feel how
I am embraced
By ecstatic sounds of love that she gave me
This mo( u)rning makes me sad, my mistress won't be here
I see my mistress by the riverside
She feeds my desire with kisses of nature, blood and wine
Those falling leaves in frigid autumn day
Reminds me this won't last forever, not a day
This mo(u)rning makes me sad, my mistress won't be here