I am not crying

I found you all alone one night
and will I ever find you again
the memory of you is stretching me
on a brightly illuminated cross
the memory of you is stretching me
on a brightly illuminated cross


I am not crying for what you took from me
for what you would not give to me
you have given me one moon
azure ineffable deep
I am not crying for what you took from me


In the tender palm of your hand
the golden birds come to shelter
what sin can have I committed
to be deprived of your kisses
what sin can have I committed
to be deprived of your kisses