Firebird

Every night by candlelight I go to you on the wings of
a Firebird and you are there waiting for me in your
red cape where fire burns outside the snow...
you reach out for me without saying a word, I reach out
to touch your face and I whisper in your ear, “I love
you more than life it's self...”
Sorcerer don't go casting a spell on anyone else and
don't go breaking this spell at least not in this
lifetime...
you're every dream the Gypsy Witch has ever invoked
through flights of fancy in a fine stardust like
design well and in all my fiery attire I close my eyes
and go to you on the wings of a Firebird, skyward and
Heaven bound, eastward descending down into your
burning liar of desire intensely setting the ice on
fire without a spoken word...
Sorcerer of my heart, you are master of my dreams and I
come every time, every time you call Firebird!