Is your ruthless heart brave and emboldened
Does your heart not waver, I know it flies
Birds wither in wait of your golden sun
As blithe wings should with the loveliest of white

Let's fly seas that have remained quite unseen
Air of fair clouds and sweetness of blonde curls
In my cold solace, with the warm silver face alone
Moonbeams rain! We soon make worlds of our own

How we clasp nights not meant to stay
Hope that finds ecstasy in this passage
Will soon be gone at the break of bright day
Yet, what is lost is not mourned, only bit aged

Your presence such old memories it brings
If nearer the sun, I'd melt my wax wings