Tell me stories
of a honey-coloured love
Time immemorial
and sweetly scented doors
Fine me heartaches
in the absence of the stars
Gazing forever
through the silence of descent
Urge me gently
on the road of reveries
Rising dawns
in the howl of morning bees
Miss me terribly
from the quiver of your lips
Haunted softly
by the touch of kind strangers
Watch me tenderly
of thoughts in dreary days
Fondly forgetting
our many silhouetted ways
Every yuletide it comes the time
under the blanket of nirvana
where I remember you for brief flickers
in the light of better days