Farther than the coldest moon of Jupiter

Distant like some shore I cannot see

Out of reach like tall, majestic branches

So I fear your heart is lost to me.

 

Stranger than the riddle of a mystery book

Farther than the truth from what we see

Disappearing pebbles in a stony brook

So I fear your heart is lost to me.

 

You’re lost to me

You’re lost to me

You’re lost to me

 

Errant like Ulysses on his odyssey

Severed like the dry land by the sea

Two tectonic plates each moving separately

So I fear your heart is lost to me.

 

Credos so diverse, each unbelievable

Just beyond the gate without a key

Scattered pieces fallen, irretrievable

So I fear your heart is lost to me.

 

© 1993 Pamela Cardullo Ortiz