A twilight , a burning violin, and a cohen,

O
Wish to take you there
Where the river
Meets
With the awesome twilight of a day,
And there
me my burning violin
Would for you play,

And the twilight
Would descend
On us
Like a sense,
Of a soothe,
A calm,
A dying dyed Sun,

Wish to take you there,
Where the river
Meets
With the awesome twilight of a day,
And there
me my burning violin
Would for you play,

And the twilight
Would drop like a soothe
A calm,
A rivery flow as life becomes...

And you would see me then
Like a cohen,*
White,
But by dying sun,
Dyed...

Of a twilight...

(Note: cohen : priest)