When the moon surrenders a final glow
Haze of reverie
By the corner store
where we used to go
Under temple trees

A cold reminder
I'm lost to find
her

I recall a promise from younger years
To return again
But the
guarantee seemed to disappear
Was it all pretend

A cold reminder
I'm lost
to find her

Over clouds I fly alone
I'm coming home
For a revival
Of the
time when we would stay
In bed all day
Under the covers