To N

we still have so much left to say
i hope you won’t leave – don’t go now
the hours, the years, the minutes will stay

our limbs entwined in moonlight play
even when we know, it still seems wow
we still have so much left to say

not even the rain will fall today
not even the sun may take a bow
the hours, the years, the minutes will stay

such small hands with which to pray
large eyes, small mouth, strong brow
we still have so much left to say

nothing was lost, nothing to betray
nothing to give, nothing to allow
the hours, the years, the minutes will stay

not only sadness: joy, goodness and fey
we sowed and reaped them under plow
we still have so much left to say

you were there each night and day
you showed me when, you told me how
we still have so much left to say
the hours, the years, the minutes will stay