In my moonlight-tinged fantasies she lives,
Over and above my most pallid longings for her;
Somewhere she waits for me.
Oak branches, strong and supple,
Reach their never-tiring embrace
Out to the far-flung chill of the night air.
Magical memories, embracing my very self
Revolving upon my twisting emotions,
Revealing the depths of love's hidden potentialities.
LYRICS AND MUSIC BY JOHN KATES