This distance,
Your face on a screen,
Blinking occasionally reality,
Flickers, shatters lucid dreams...
               of you close come nightly,
               come close to me tonight.
Your voice,
Solid stern oak, shaking leaves,
Calls to me on broken lines,
Sings to me on clouds in dreams...
               of you close come nightly,
               come close to me tonight.
Bed empty,
With single, lonely pillow sees,
No resting, tranquil head,
Next to mine to make peace dreams...
               of you close come nightly,
               come close to me tonight.