The very light on my blooming rose,
dimmed, beyond lonely skies.
In vain, I’ve waited…
tears gone cold, now no one cries.
Watching the silver; hopping new life,
a pearl, a cloud, a promises long made.
Empty is my shadow, burnt away…
alone, along my dying island.
Now there! I see!
Bright wings of faith and love.
Breeze embraced with lost roses.
Ah! Like a cool cloud…
washes anew my weathered heart.
Diving into your promising eyes,
sparkling with ever deepness.
Mine once droughty ones…
now brimming with warmth.
Have you come to stay, I ask. Come to stay?
The longest forever