I left my heart in innocence,

Where the morning flowers

   trembling grow

Above the lawn of shadowy night,

Awaiting the day they do not know.

And with my heart, I left a note

Bediamonded on the stars above:

The morning comes;

            the day will find

Whoever finds this heart, I’ll love.

And in the sunny afternoon

A golden fuchsia-laden girl,

To where I left my heart

            did come,

And found the note, but quickly ran.

And in the echo of her voice

I heard the sorrow of my life:

‘For I have other things to do

            and could not ever

               be your wife.’

Why did I promise to the Moon

Words written on the burning stars,

Eternally fixed upon the night;

My destiny

            now prison bars!

If I could light the Universe

And quench the horoscope of dreams,

Then I, as well,

            could find another

To take along life’s shallower streams.