I left my heart in innocence,
Where the morning flowers
Above the lawn of shadowy night,
Awaiting the day they do not know.
And with my heart, I left a note
Bediamonded on the stars above:
The morning comes;
the day will find
Whoever finds this heart, I’ll love.
And in the sunny afternoon
A golden fuchsia-laden girl,
To where I left my heart
And found the note, but quickly ran.
And in the echo of her voice
I heard the sorrow of my life:
‘For I have other things to do
and could not ever
be your wife.’
Why did I promise to the Moon
Words written on the burning stars,
Eternally fixed upon the night;
now prison bars!
If I could light the Universe
And quench the horoscope of dreams,
Then I, as well,
could find another
To take along life’s shallower streams.