How often do I remember you?
Over the blue waters I see your face, feel your hands.
The wind carries my sigh over the waves murmur.
Shades of evening bring the missing smell of your hair, your breath.
The morning dew draws your figure in my window pane, as if weeping with me.
Breaking across the ocean’s flood, the swift rush of the waves call your name in mingled sounds of earth and air.
Like the rush of the sea or the sound of angels wings.
The sad stream of my love ran silently towards the stormy ocean of your life.
It wound through dark and light under all skies.
You never cared or shared my sigh.
Anna Maria
Over the blue waters I see your face, feel your hands.
The wind carries my sigh over the waves murmur.
Shades of evening bring the missing smell of your hair, your breath.
The morning dew draws your figure in my window pane, as if weeping with me.
Breaking across the ocean’s flood, the swift rush of the waves call your name in mingled sounds of earth and air.
Like the rush of the sea or the sound of angels wings.
The sad stream of my love ran silently towards the stormy ocean of your life.
It wound through dark and light under all skies.
You never cared or shared my sigh.
Anna Maria
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