Spring has been hidden in the attic of summer,
Love and hope still sparkle
Like a tiny lamp in the dark corner.
With heart drenched in blood we await You on the parched way,
To glimpse the orange ridden morning and black curls that sway
Come back Oh Lord, to the fragrant solace of our songs
We know You are not like us, You cannot hide, neither the love of Yours that lucidly flows through Your eyes,
Nor the warmth of light that our soul aspires.
Come back to us, for beneath Your palms our dreams rest
For many stories are yet to be told, many pages to be filled
Come back with that sweet immortal touch and the redeeming gaze
With Your form soothe our eyes that are ablaze.
