Shall I come upon the chance
To ever know your heart?
For it has been scores of moons
Since mine searched out yours...

In that time, groping through darkness
Within that lofty cavern, water dripping
Searching for my flint upon the damp floor
Amongst all the stalagmites,
Never reaching stalactites.

Fondly how I remember those times,
And its warm nostalgia
Just as now there resides a flutter
At the thought of your face.

So now, shall the distance remain?
Over the arc of the earth my heart wanders
Desperately, yet cautiously
Afraid and hopeful.