Written by: Keith Bickerstaffe

A silver beam of moonlight sears
    your face within my memory,
branding you forever on my heart.
Its soft flare reveals a trace 
    of sadness there,  
as this fateful evening we must part.

My grieving soul will languish in the dark,
    flowers will cease to bloom,
their fragrance spent; only your 
swift return will flame the heavens
    and prompt the lark to burst 
forth into song, a joyous testament!