Last night I dreamt of you coaxing verses from your guitar,
All through its vast stillness, so sweet a lullaby to me,
In moon-lit breeze watching your hair swaying gently,
With love I played the notes of praise to your beauty.
Loving your voice, a pledge mellow as in a dream,
I am suchlike a vacant loft and you a bright moonbeam
Pouring verses onto my tender words of love;
My heart withers from lonely years of yearning love.
It seems as if we had a date from previous life,
For I miss you, sweetheart, until my final day,
Bearing this sorrow deep within my tortured soul.
Where will your tune take me, whichever way?
Your song’s echoes caused such deep loneliness in me;
Feverishly dreaming of your trembling parted lips,
I want to be a cloud riding the wind that whips
To you and some dreamland for all eternity.
