I woke up with gloomy dreams, A pretty face I remember, She had the vive of a queen, While I was the slave of cold December.
Dream again, I ask my heart and mind, Fading images meant this story's end, So my eyes wore a sailor's dress, Searching for a lost pile of sand.
The minutes of that dream shaped my hours dull, With no awe in this life , I waited for her call, I became what they call incorrigible, As this desert heart now needed a last rainfall,
I never asked for her lover's heart, Just to watch her skip my heartbeat, Nor craved for those moonlight lips, As I spend a lifetime watching our eyes meet.
The dream may never come, Her sunset eyes may never rise, For the sake of my capacious heart, I still close my eyes, To live a thousand deaths to once see her blue sunset eyes.