Above, the moon was smiling wryly
As if to say she hears, but silent
Forever bound to remain,
Her good advice is always vain

I felt you, phantom presence falling
Into my arms; my heart was calling:
"My angel, hear me! Can you tell
Am I in heaven or in hell?"

I didn't guess, nor hear, the answer
I witnessed you: grace of a dancer
Engulfing beauty of the sea -
But when I looked, I did not see

Your gray-blue eyes like rivers, asking,
Echanting tears of happy gasping,
For just a moment, just a thought
While for a breath your body fought

I knew it all, my angel; meeting
Your smile, I saw you, pretty sweeting;
Be fool the one who cannot trust
Such Love beyond desire and lust!