Nothing about you
enraptured me.
You know, I searched for you
all through my days.
The shadow and then the goodbye
flee from your face
all through the calm—
but I dream of you.
You rediscover in me
a thought that
returns with sunlight,
and life goes on.
Fine, or perhaps not,
it can wipe out
even a memory—
but I dream of you.
You rediscover in me
a thought that
returns with sunlight,
and life goes on.
Fine, or perhaps not,
it can wipe out
even a memory—
but I dream of you.