Light in the Window

• What's left are memories after the dirt is cleared away
• Briefly I walked in the meadow under a thousand stars
• There you sang like a whisper of a dream I never forgot
• While the fragrant hair I envied danced in the starlight

• While we waded in the grey grass, I reached for you
• Like a man whose hand reaches up to grasp the moon
• For a moment it lies between his fingers but when brought
• Down the white halo remains once again beyond touch

• Now I walk alone in the meadow on a blustery night
• If I put my hand around my ear I can hear your voice still
• Drifting with the wind as the stars one by one fade
• Look, I see it now the golden light beyond the meadow

• I am a shadow before the sun as it rises from the east
• My arms are raised and my fists are clenched as mists
• Blow away and uncover the white petals of the hemlock
• Whose olive leaves divide finely beneath my bare feet

• As I wait for the potion to come to a boil on my stove
• My mind drifts to pleasant thoughts of kissing you
• I know I'll dream of you forever and keep you close
• All dreams must die though to the light in the window