The Day Withers Away

Somewhere

You are not here
You are far away, where the winds calls
And where the sun dances with the moon
Where the storms go
And where the the night comes too soon
You are where the poet thinks but does not write
Where the painter stares at the canvas but does not pick the brush
You are where the sand gives them life
But the water bitter to their tongues
You are where my gentle song cannot follow
It loses its way and comes back to me the morrow
You are where they sing to you sweet tunes
But the lyrics give you nightmares all the night through
You are where the birds come at dusk
And then leave when the sunrise opens his eye

You are far away, my love
But l will follow
I will follow...