Ask me about that church, questions I long to reach

And if You asked me about our diffident shack, I would not shed tears

Ask me about winter,  our endless laughter  beneath the twilight

If I still love your eyes,  the way you used to stare at me

Ask me if I still keep the bracelet you once gave me, your wisdom

I remember those wild and undying nights, u were holding me tight,

 I kept talking about the heavenly fragrance of your hair, of your skin

While the gentle October breeze dwells across our drifting souls,

at times hating it, feelings of jealousy,  perhaps it takes you away

away gone into her realm of credence and endless splendor

but then my soul takes me back to the fervor of our love

to places I yearn to engrave upon the threads of time and soar

beyond the rivers of our mere sky, where you will be waiting for me

and loving no one but me, an instance of rapture abducting my being

then throwing me against the ground, facing the cries of your absence

Ask me about my dreams,  though you know my reveries have perished

But ask me then again and listen to the echoes of my tears shedding,

 picturing you dancing on the rhythm of my bliss and agony