ode to that sweet innocence, which can hardly wait to be lost

[plural]

suddenly the night has grown colder
the god of love preparing to depart
alexandra hoisted on his shoulder
they slipped between the sentries of the heart

upheld by the simplicities of pleasure
they gained the light, they formlessly entwined
and radiant beyond your widest measure
they fall among the voices and the wine

its not a trick, your senses are deceiving
a fitful dream, the morning will exhaust

say goodbye to alexandra leaving
and say goodbye to alexandra lost

even though she sleeps upon your saturn
even though she wakes you with a kiss
do not say the moment was imagined
do not stoop to strategies like this

as someone long prepared for this to happen
go firmly to the window, drink it in
exquisite music and alexandra laughing
your first commitments tangible again

and you who had the honor of her evening
and by that honor, had your own restored

say goodbye to alexandra leaving
alexandra leaving with her lord

even thought that she sleeps upon your saturn
even though she wakes you with a kiss
do not say the moment was imagined
do not stoop to strategies like this

as someone long prepared for the occasion
in full command of every plan you wrecked

do not choose a cowards explanation
that hides behind the cause and the effect
and you who were bewildered by her meaning
whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed

say goodbye to alexandra leaving
and say goodbye to alexandra lost