A magic moment I remember;

I raised my head and you were there,

A fleeting vision, the quintessence

Of all that is beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute the despair and anguish.

To rain the pursuits word esteems,

Long did I hear your soothing accents

Long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm-blast scattered

The reveries that once were mine

And I forgot your soothing accents

Your features gracefully divine

In dark days of enforced retirement

I gazed upon grey skies above

With no ideals to inspire me

No one to cry for, live for, love

Then came a moment of renaissance,

I looked up – you again are there

A fleeting vision, the quintessence

Of all that’s beautiful and rare