The space beside him is for another
A modern Helen, bathed in white
Beyond his reach this girl is laying,
The same sun, a different world
The girl lies back gazing skyward
She feels the sun and knows he\'s there.
In her head she can hear his couplet
On her neck she can feel his breath
Turning, sighing he looks to see her,
It\'s just a mirage, she is not there.
Lying back he looks up to the sunshine
He sees her face, her golden hair
Stilled by heat the girl lies quietly,
All around her stone walls soar
She can walk around them, leave their safety
But they fail to hold her anymore
Breaking out brings their ruin
The stone walls fall in the baking sun
The girls white dress shines, her skin is golden
She smiles as she builds her secret dream
He waits to know in careful silence
Not knowing how their secret forms
Like Paris he risks so much to see her
With eyes that open a thousand doors.
Meeting first their embrace is arkward
Her beauty hides a shy refrain
His arms grow strong, enough to hold her
His fingers trace her neglected lips.
The sun has pulled these two together
Two bodies, two souls, an unknown bond.
His words, her beauty, a weaving journey
Under the same sun, the same shimmering world.