My Sky

A blue sorrow drifted Over windowpanes. With celestial verses written I composed her a refrain.

I was but a dreaming boy, Mad for poetry's call, Writing of her future joy In soft words, all in all.

Like a swan upon its track We would soar and fly so free... I swore to bring her back To my passionate heart's decree.

We rose up, but fell away Just as quickly to the ground... Dirty life's hands held sway— Soiled our eyes, we found...

A blue sorrow drifts still Over windowpanes above... That sky grew distant from my will— I fell to earth, my love.