In the cool hour of the evening  The garden gold and breathing  My lover at my hand  Two virgins in the land  and angels on the wing  descending as they sing,  "Raphael, oh Raphael"  O how it made you warm  To see my lover's form  Who'd think a human touch  Could make an angel blush  and you'd leave grudgingly  as if you envied me,  Raphael.  You'd linger just to talk  For hours as we'd walk  Your feet burned on the hills  you never had your fill  Was it you who brought us fire  On your wings of desire,  Raphael?  And when the earth grew cold  the vision would not hold  heaven closed its doors  we never see you anymore  and our voices fill the air  like a table or a chair,  Raphael.  But I swear there's still an ember  of paradise remembered  a certain shade of blue  the nakedness we knew  and I wonder if you keep  the feel of grass beneath your feet  and when you seraphim embrace  now, does the blood rise in your face  Raphael?  Oh, Raphael, Raphael.  Copyright 1995, Hugh Blumenfeld / Hydrogen Jukebox Music