Through my mind, grey fog is creeping,
into my heart, black tears are seeping,
while I sit here gently weeping,
even though I should be sleeping.

But, rest won’t come, not while I wonder,
where she is, what stars she’s under,
why she tore my soul asunder.
In my head, there is but thunder.

Will she soon begin to miss me,
fly to me and softly kiss me,
swear that her only love is me,
or, will she silently dismiss me?

If she’ll call, God only knows,
as the days pass and the clock slows.
My confusion only grows,
and a wind of sorrow blows.

So, I’ll stay here and inquire,
if she feels love’s burning fire
while I pray the fates conspire
to send back my heart’s desire.