Your sweet red lips in the candle light,
My deep, deep hunger I can no longer fight.
Those deep blue seas that wash away the waves,
A far, white moon cast shadows in the caves.
Those long, cool nights in the prairie grass,
A white pure flower we know will never last.
The old, calm tree that twists and grieves,
A dream to feel the summer breeze blow through out its leaves.
Forever, we are the same and forlorn.
