Wasn’t it just yesterday we met and entered the threshold
of presence and promise?
Can the love long hidden in our hearts be spoken
when other loves before us have been broken?
Although yesterday is gone,
still, the moon lights the way toward a new dawn.
Is there anything that cannot be made transparent
with our love?
For my empty heart can hear the echoes in yours,
yearning for dreams from above.
Can our love outlast the shadows of the night
and still be there to greet us in the morning light?