Unseen hands raised
And set; kindled, ember bright
And hidden beneath the
Cover of your night.
Flint-struck steel worked
Upon this heart of mine;
You don’t want a flame,
I seek your fire.
I seek your fire
Upon this heart of mine
Flint-struck steel worked
And set
And hidden beneath the ember bright
Unseen hands raised
Cover of your night
You don’t want a flame kindled