I was staring outside the window.
I know I heard you call.
I kept staring out of the window.
The view had nothing - just
A vast stretch of uncultivated land,
That made one wonder if something
Could really be so barren as the soil
Of that field. But I could understand
Its pain. It was a representation
Of my aching clotted heart.

As if I would turn back to look at you.
As if I would respond to your call.
Your voice was everything to me.
Once the sweetest music I could hear,
The most magical sound I knew,
That could stir my blood to create
Whirlpools in it. It still creates
Those whirlpools. But not with
The same pleasure, that intense
Pleasure I wanted to feel again.

These whirlpools now confuse me,
Pull me down into them -
Into darkness, complete darkness.
Ah, a ray of hope! I plunge
To attack it, in all my despair
And helplessness… and it slips away.
My mind floats away again.
Back to those thoughts when I
Could look into your deep blue eyes
And wish I could love you forever.