The Magic

I will seek your hands in the raindrops,
which dissolve into me,
when my pulse surges sudden—
to run, run and run... madly, wildly!

I will seek your breath in the hot wind,
and your lips in the bright morning;
to ignite myself in dreams and heights
...to a tempest of feelings and secrets.

I will seek your laughter in the day of weariness,
your voice—in a piano's chord...
I will hunt for magic in a red sunset—
to bring it to my night when loneliness weighs.

In the thin-woven moonbeams,
I will seek love and tenderness,
I will search for the warmest, sweetest eyes,
turned in an instant to eternity.

Even if you're only a tear meant for me,
behind which a heavy star hangs like a curtain,
I will look for you again in the cold darkness,
and I will ask softly, always—Where are you?—as I long for you!