Haunted by a ruddy sky and
The clay faces that melt beneath it,
You cry out, mournfully wailing,
But why?
I am not so far that I
Cannot hear you!
I beg your patience, love,
Just one day more.
I'll construct a linen bridge to meet you,
So smile for me, please?
Lemons might be as sweet,
Though well I know
Your tongue prefers a more bitter sadness, but
I'll still come for you tomorrow.
