I shall come back with memories
of opal seas and sapphire skies
a thousand winds upon my lips
a thousand strangers in my eyes.
I shall come back with fragrant tales
of glamour in an alien land
where shadow fingered twilight sifts
the golden stars like grains of sand.
I shall come back with memories
whose shadows on my face shall fall
pray, God, they do not strangely tell
that i have not come back at all.
I shall come back with fragrant tales
that will say much but not the whole
I shall say all, if i come back
with silence in my soul.
