Golden wheat under golden sun
Waving goodbye to the horizon
I will miss the sound of women's voices
And the ripples of warm green ponds
Playful feet on cold carpets on dark December morns
Who are the keepers of such memories?
Who keeps chart of time?
I am proud of emotion and impure
Habiting nowhere
We will forget our misfortune, triumphs and hearts given
We will forget dreaming, all diamonds, and all rain
I will miss dreaming
I will miss it all
And I will miss Shakespeare and a kiss
And those precious words
