red wings

We are two travelers, him and I He came , oh I asked he had came To meet me with joy, - mind, in his mind, he came to take me in his red wings Over the cleared sky, sweet as pleasure for him, itself cannot be spoiled Still he did his best On true glass Best is not at the rest Sweet meeting desires it was for him Running away heart of mine Under this clear moonlight Deep through the shadow I was only spring To you, I was in your red wings To you, love was not for the danger you brought He used his weapons rather than his hands