The days and nights are passing by
Under the moon and milky sky.
But there was a time I met you.
In harmony of autumn leaves
the man's image and his tears
awaked my love that may not die.
Our ship is coming from very far..
We are Odysseus and dreamers,
And Time surely forget our mirrors.
But I would change to a bird
To be as you, to be your word,
to be with you under a holly tree.
And many times since then
beloved and buoyed in lunar eclipse:
We Shall only die in the tears of love on the lips.
And some say the world will end in fire.
But in our inner ways for desire
Burning wings of love, we shall fly
Under candlelight like a butterfly