Golden Robes - Matthew E. White

It wasn’t the dawn in her golden robes

Not the moon in her finest white Sunday clothes

It wasn’t the storm in the deep black sea

Not the rebels from Saturn’s last

But it was the first time

It was the first time I saw you

Moving close to me

Moving close to me

It will always be

It will always be

You will always be with me

It is close to me

It is close to me

It will always be

It will always be with me

Everybody’s a baby

To somebody

Who else can make love bittersweet

I lay across my bed in the sunlight

Living in bright memory

It wasn’t the worth bright orange floor

of a volcano

It wasn’t the dawn in her golden robes

Not the moon in her finest white Sunday clothes