You still come to me in dreams This little bed can barely hold The dark beauty of your eyes Burn like a fire in the cold Comfort is the only kind Hearts like flowers bloom and fade Against the chill that finds the bone Is come from dust to dust in trade Your sorrow for another coin A phrase no lover fails to strike The record of our briefest kiss The shadows of our love alike As memory and the sea are deep Inside our blue and nameless blood Coursing through this mortal fuse The flower with its frailest bud You still come to me in dreams This little bed can barely hold The dark beauty of your eyes Burn like a fire in the cold