Dusk; and in the west, the sun sinks softly, in a saffron sky;
to smile down on The New World; and I wonder where you are tonight.
So far away... quite out of reach; I gaze into the paling light
and hope that, out there, you still think of me...

and then, I sigh.

A love affair divorced by space and time; a plaintive lullaby
of hope... of dreams of what might be; if we were not so far apart.
of sweeter days we borrowed, bound in fragile dreams spun by the heart;
I still believe that we can have our own forever...

and then, I sigh.

I gaze up; and above me... forging west, across a mulberry sky;
a golden slash that fades through pink, to darken to a misty rose.
A Boeing bound away out to The New World?... probably; who knows?
Perhaps, quite close to where you are tonight...

and then I sigh.

We didn't see the hidden thorns our perfect rose held in deny;
These thorns that waited silently to pierce the soft touch of our love.
And yet, I keep the flickering flame alive; although the skies above
have darkened now; like hopes I held today...

and so... I sigh.