In My Sky At Twilight

    In my sky at t you are like a cloud

    and your form and colour are them.

    You are mine, mine,  lips

    and in your life my infinite dreams live.

    t,

    ter on your lips,

    oh reaper of my evening song,

    ary dreams believe you to be mine!

    You are mine, mine, I go sing it to ternoons

    he wind hauls on my widowed voice.

    ress of th of my eyes, your plunder

    stills your nocturnal regard as t er.

    You are taken in t of my music, my love,

    and my nets of music are he sky.

    My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.

    In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.