I stand still by the window

I stand still by the window,
although I know you will not come,
with my mind far away
upon the Sea of Sorrows
where the dreams of forever crumble
into the dust of today.

I draw then the curtain
to block the sounds of the happy throng
who move now below,
and I know that wherever I shall journey
my cut-heart will remember always your smile
before we journeyed separately
into the Garden of the Lost Hearts