Remember me, when East winds whisper from the coast, through mountains high;
from far across the velvet depths; can you make out their gentle cry?
for a love, that never should have happened; it was not to be;
a love that never could have happened;
you were just too far away.

Remember me, when dusk comes creeping as the day is closing fast
and the Evening star is rising
beautiful... low, in the West.
Bright and pure, and innocent; like first love, when it's just begun
to blossom;
If I could, but turn the clock back
to when we were young.

Remember me, as night steals in, and the moon is rising high,
drifting through the silky darkness...
did you feel that tiny sigh?
For all the world,
just like some ghostly, swansdown feather touching light
upon your cheek;
perhaps, a thought
I asked the wind to bring tonight.

Remember me, when raindrops gently patter on your windowpane;
tracing tiny, crystal rivers;
merging... until none remain
alone.
They are the lucky ones; for though they shimmer down to die;
at least, they have each other
so much more than lonely tears I cry.

Remember me, or I become just one more memory, not quite saved
from down the path we all must travel, from the cradle to the grave;
and that, I think, would break my heart, for all I have...
so sad, but true;
is hope, that you forget me not;
this tiny flame still burns for you.

Remember me, if only, in your dreams; for, that is all that we
can ever hope for; only there, can you and I, my love,
be free;
Only there, can our lips touch;
only there, this last, bright ember
of the flames of love that fate decreed we should not taste...

Remember.