I would have touched the Sun
With hands that never knew hard labor.
If it brought back the tender smile of a man.
That’s sweeter than the gleam of amber.
I would have crossed the sea and then the ocean
For a quick glimpse of lonesome eyes of his,
Those look at me with such a strange emotion
My heart is conquered and soul in his sovereignty.
I would have reached and grabbed a star
To brighten anguished nights for him.
When bitter moon leaves deepest scar,
I’d chant away my hearted hymn.