My Lady (Written in 1982)
(Big Sur, California rocks.)
(Basel, Switzerland, 1978)
I still cry out in sweet dreams your name.
So long since our lips had touched.
I still wish upon a star,
to be able to look into your eyes.
I wish to awake with your body near,
to put my face into your long blond hair,
be intoxicated by my love for you.
I wish to hold your tender hands on a walk by the lake.
Two young titans with love as our shield.
My lady of joy and happiness,
allow me to remember you sweetly.
For only in your arms did I feel complete.
Salvation I cannot find.
The knife of disappointment is cutting away my tenderness.
Your love is the only loss I can’t get over.
dressed in white.
Your long blond hair flowing in in the gentle breeze.
I dreamed you were whispering.
“I will only love you.”
I have tried to erase your memory and
the memory is tattoos on my heart.
Paradise is rarely touched in a life.
Youth is the greatest high.
We were babies making great dreams happen.
Paradise of candles and the heat of love.
I didn’t know sweet dreams would break my heart forever.
My lady of tenderness,
your beautiful face will not be forgotten.
You were my first true love.
A sweet memory upon a old heart today.