How many has it been since I have seen your face,
Where the blossoms of my love ever did grace.
I wonder if you still remember me,
Or if the passing moments have aged yellow and dust in your memory.
My heart is only filled with dark ebony skies of a night,
And the quiet moon and her children that sprinkle cold light.
My sun and sweet azure heavens,
How I wish to feel your gentle warm gaze.
