Written by Vanessa Cheung from Hong Kong, China Dipped in honey, sweet, warm gold Tell me, tell me, why that’s so                       And if I move away, let my gaze turn cold,  Extinguishing our radiant light of old. Starlit lustre, tarnished time, Waxed poetic by the gods Reflects refulgent light–silvern swansdown shine– To shed my sins upon your altar stone. When your fingers brush over mine, Live electric light does arise; From lidded eyes, bereaved, comes a hymn of c
