I remember those now-distant nights
When we would sit on these rocks, hand in hand
In this tranquil little place by the water's edge
A peaceful spot, where the moon exposed each tender kiss
The breeze used to speak in gentle whispers
As we lent our audience in utmost fascination
While the dusk would deepen into an inky indigo
Bringing the stars out, one by one
I recall the dreams that were woven here
As the moon shone silver patterns in the sky
Which used to make the clouds each look like cobwebs
Where did all of those dreams go?
The moon-fall has not changed in the slightest
For it still graces this sacred little haven
Casting its silver smile upon the water's surface
Although these days now see me here without you
Time has altered nothing here
As if this place alone is immune
To the fading of memories and the passing of years
This is my sanctuary, where I retrace lost youth
Those feelings I once felt all day long
In times that exist now only in my mind
In morning I yearn only for moon-fall again
So these memories can reunite us in this hallowed place
I live a solitary life now, since you drifted away
From this shore, into death, with sad farewells
And I gaze over to the opposite embankment some nights
As if I expect to see you standing on the other side
As if death is the river that flows between these two shores
A river I yearn to swim across one day
When my time shall be done, and my stories all told
We will dance together once more, by moon-fall