So much time, and so little to doI furnish my mind with pictures of =

youFading portraits, peculiar nameReplaced by your face in a big golden =

frame

Take me inside you - There I will find youQuietly sleeping;Water is =

seepingDown from the skies andInto your eyes andInto the secret garden

The icon hangs alone on the wall;Her sweet mouth is saying nothing at =

allGolden fragments of moments in timeTarnished with guilt for an =

innocent time