I will not look to the East for your coming,
I will not search the ground for your trace,
I will not gaze at the stars and wonder,
When next I will feel your embrace.

I will not turn my back on the sinking sun,
I will not listen upon the scathing wind,
I will no longer imagine your sweet tongue,
My yearning has wearied and thinned.

I will shut my ears to your melody,
I will cram all thoughts from my head,
I will cast my heart upon the surging tide,
And pray that soon, I'll be dead.

For I know that in this lifetime, I'll not find you,
Though I searched this Earth, both far and wide,
So I dream of a future embodiment,
With you quintessentially by my side.