I walked those gardens where we met, a lifetime or was it two ago, holding your hand mine: discovering in that gaze of yours, the source of my tranquillity I saw the tree on which our names were carved and thought of how we merged our lives: you were everything I sought: love given with sweet simplicity!
Strengthened by your blind support, I let myself discover ever new conquests, each one forgiven till, at last, your faith was gone. You discovered I was a man lost to himself: abandonment posed as bravery, avoiding purpose at all cost and living without morality.
You married someone else, I hear, and lived the life you offered me, while I walked on a thousand miles, a friend to the lost.
Man may travel without rest seeking for the Promised Land: I have not reached that place as yet and journey without peace: walking with people much like me, drifting on in search of hope.
I am as lost as man can be, I cannot call it otherwise, but somewhere in my secret place, safe from harm or casual glance, you once gave your heart to me.