Meeting you is like walking down
On a lonely windy silver night
Without any slippers on my feet;
Like walking with the beautiful moon
That is hiding half beneath the clouds
And beneath the cedar boughs.
And every naked step, it moves quick
Amidst the branches and the leaves.
I see you, your deep eyes I realise,
And think your thoughts aloud,
And talk to you about pearls and lies.
But still we float in lonely space
Far away from each other.