• A magic moment I remember:
    I raised my eyes and you were there,
    A fleeting vision, the quintessence
    Of all that's beautiful and rare.

    I pray to mute despair and anguish,
    To vain pursuits the world esteems,
    Long did I near your soothing accents,
    Long did your features haunt my dreams.

    Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered
    The reveries that once were mine
    And I forgot your soothing accents,
    Your features gracefully divine.

    In dark days of enforced retirement
    I gazed upon grey skies above
    With no ideals to inspire me,
    No one to cry for, live for, love.

    Then came a moment of renaissance,
    I looked up - you again are there,
    A fleeting vision, the quintessence
    Of all that`s beautiful and rare.