The Ghost Ship slips off into the night
sailing away with a bursting light
left on the ground of a cold December
embers
Is this price of a great devotion
or the natural reaction to fevered motion
igniting with the light pure emotion
Revved up and burning on through the dark
taken away with a sudden spark
glowing like a dream you can't remember
like embers
kissed on the lips with a love so tender
wrapped around innocent surrender
hearts beating close in holy attraction
held in the arms of burning passion
left on the ground of a cold December
embers