Countless times I've looked upon
The northeastern horizon.
Though not knowing why I scanned,
I sought the warmth of her hand.

If I close my eyes
Will it be no more?
If I close my eyes
Will she love once more?

On nights of dissolution
And days of resolution,
I had eyes of a gazer
For that which is no longer.

If I close my eyes
Will it be no more?
If I close my eyes
Will she love once more?

Thinking upon her brown eyes,
I searched those forbidden skies,
Thus, I pushed out aimlessly
In self-contained misery.

Would she search to see
If absent was he?
Perhaps she would be...
...Similar to me.

I close my eyes.