The blue yonder streaks with hues of yellow and red,

The chirping of the larks fill the deep spirited woods,

Buried inside, a burning heart lies scarred,

The shadows of yesterday etched forever within.

Her face and her gentle warmth kiss me like the morning sun,

Spreading its rays among the jovial sunflower fields,

Her caressing smile lights up my darkest nights,

The memories of her hasten me ahead in my rocky path.

Shares of crimson and red sparkle bright,

Like crushed shellac upon the forest floors,

The crystal blue rivers stand frozen in time,

Like silent sentinels at the gates of eternity.

Whence I came from, where I go to, I don't yet know,

Chasing the evening zephyr and the afternoon rains,

Yearning to be with my one, whom I truly cherish and desire,

These are the lingering ballads of a melancholy heart.