I buried my wild youthful dream In the sand of a faraway shore I promised myself Never to return there any more.
Time had taken flight on relentless wings I thought I was brave and strong Still that dream returned to haunt Like the endless echo of a melancholic song.
Once she said she loved me Begged that I would not abandon her ‘ You are my heart’s content, my solace Believe me--I will love you forever’.
How fragile and forgetful is love Who knows its inconstancy? Love that betrays murders the heart ‘ La Dame Sans Merci’.
Who knows the secrets of the heart? Is love an illusion and fantasy? Who knows the how and why Of that which is life’s most profound mystery?
Explain it if you may You would need words to cover The whole sky and the widest sea It would be wise not to endeavour.
I am dying, dying now And that distant shore speaks to me You must return before your last sunset Perhaps, perhaps, you will be set free.