When I look upon the setting sun
Or the recession of the sea
My heart does not get heavy
It does not wax full with melancholy
As it does when I lay my mind's eye on you

Why why why?
Why can I not look upon you as upon the sun,
As upon the moon
I will never hold you, but you are still a beautiful boy
Is it your humanity that gives me a tiny hope,
A cruel mustard seed faith lodged in my lungs?

Yes, it is hope that pains me as I walk
As I lift my eyes gingerly to the future,
My whole self cries for what never happened
For what I know never ever will