Find Me There, My Dear

Find me there, my dear,
refining these thoughts of pleasure—
I’m going down to my refuge tonight,
where shadows dance and dreams ignite.
They foretell I’ll feel alright,
but you say, hold on, you say you care—
yet they are the ones who snow my mountain of desire,
supplying me with all I need to climb higher.

You tell me to wait, to trust in your touch,
but what can promises mean in a world
where nothing lasts, where life slips through our hands
like sand in a storm, so fine, so grand?
The battering of trade costs me dearly,
as I barter my soul for moments of bliss—
taking a stand against her decision,
yet the invading truth is this:

Life is but fleeting, a whisper in the wind,
a flame that flares, then fades again.
So let me take my chances, my dear,
while the night is young and the stars are near.
For what is a life if not a gamble of the heart,
a wager on love that tears us apart?

You tell me to hold on, but I am drawn
to the refuge where dreams and demons spawn.
I find my comfort in the fleeting embrace
of pleasures that vanish without a trace.
Snow falls gently on my mountain high,
covering the doubts that cloud my sky.

I am caught between your tender voice
and the call of the wild, the lure of choice.
For life is but a flicker, a fleeting dance,
so let me take my chances,
let me find my romance.

Tonight, I seek what is mine to hold—
a moment of warmth before I grow cold.
For you may care, but they understand,
feeding my hunger, holding my hand.
And in this dance of give and take,
I choose the chance, for my own sake.

Let me go down to my refuge tonight,
where shadows soothe and stars ignite.
You tell me to stay, to trust, to wait—
but life is fleeting, and I cannot hesitate.
So find me there, my dear, if you dare—
in the depths of pleasure, in the embrace of air.