When conjuring up memories of the dark
I bathe in morning's golden light
Those eyes which wrapped me tight
I search for them in soft shadows thrown
By trembling, youthful leaves, alone
All alone, here and now, I weave a song
Of sandgrains in hourglass, vain and long
On my planet, all females are wooed
By colors, voices, homes and plumes
In your world, does night sit and brood?
Or in cloudburst snippets snatch all blooms?
Amidst snatched, perfumed blooms I lay
naked, all night, wishing the day away
Yesterday's night brought all galaxies along
I wonder if ever again, you will hear my song
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