I pass by your house today,
And in passing I saw your shadow appear,
Then turn as if to stay, and half disappear,
Retreat slowly away.
As if you had to go,
And may seek to find another illusive time,
Opportunity to come again into my mind,
If passing the same way tomorrow.
I think about the shadow I have seen,
And all the sleepless hours through the night,
Your shadow reflect the light,
Of the vision that should have been in my dream.
I will arise and come softly again,
Passing by your house with patient breeze,
And I shall have some peace,
When I see you as you were in my dream.
As haunting gasp,
Touch my heart and broke the wishes,
It relieve the dryness of my senses,
And images began to pass away in broken pieces.
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