(Music: "Reprise" - Marcelo Zarvos, Peter Vronsky)

No, I do not feel you close

nor do I think I should

a hope not there to be, for hope abounded always

in knowledge that felt almost fatelike

a hope for you

a you I’ll meet the right time

a you I’ll meet and feel like I knew that moment

since I imagined it too many times

in all its possible dimensions 

of being just a lie

one that I told myself to sleep alone another night

and say goodbyes, some early, some too late

for you

you

a pieced-together sonnet of illusions

true – beautiful

but beautiful in its groundlessness

beautiful in its dreamlike lure of a perfection vaguely known

you that nothingness appeared facelike

a hope lost

given up

for I knew too early the pain of loved missed

and did not want to imprison

your hopes for perfection

so let's not meet

but just dream

and look for each other in every smile and eye we see

or imagine

and if it's you

just pass it over

don’t imprison me to my own hope

'cause I sold you

to you