The hues of light drape the moon gorgeous,

The acquainted faces touch the known hand,

The lingering slumber surrounds me with its songs -

Those few nights, call me, call me back!!

Still is concealed

The escaping mind -

When has it rung

That telephone?

Small days - colorful with words - like pebbles,

Small nights - spreads like the forest,

The unkept room - the littered corner of my attic -

We promised to walk together in the shaded alleys......

Still is concealed

The escaping mind -

When has it rung

That telephone?

The few nights, call me, call me back!!

The hues of light drape the moon gorgeous,

Still is concealed

The escaping mind -

When has it rung

That telephone?

The pieces of blue - the watery moon light of the color pencil,

The shredded glasses and the touches of fire - drape your scarf,

The crowds in the footpath and the siren of the ships - return they all!!

We promised to walk together in the shaded alleys......

Still is concealed

The escaping mind -

When has it rung

That telephone?

A lovely piece!