The full moon's pale, the stars are bright,
The breeze is soft and warm tonight,
The clouds have fled and everything is clear.
The silent world is dipped in blue.
So many things that we could do...
And you're not here.

The day has gone, faded away.
The earth is dressed a different way.
There's a heartbreaking yet mindless sort of fear
Floating out in vacant space,
Staring across this barren place
Where moonlight's illusion reigns
And you're not here.

Below the hilltop's scenic peak
The flowers close in soundless sleep.
Cicadas hum a love song in my ear.
The graceful treetops arabesque into the air,
Thin branches brushing through my hair
Like hands, stroking with tender care.
And you're not here!

There's something overpowering hidden in the inspiringly
Subtle loveliness of this scene, so cool and unaware.
With all of its romantic charm and character, this place could hardly matter.
It's immaterial-- I could be anywhere.

The valley glows like living gold,
Almost painful to behold,
Its near perfection so difficult to be near--
Like an unfinished painting, so depleted
Without an artist to complete it.
All beauty dies, defeated...
And you're not here...