Absence

☆Claude McKay, "Absence" (1922)☆

Your words fell into my heart

Like pebbles in a pool,

Rippling around my breast

And leaving it melting and cool.

[Oh...your words fail me]

Your kisses fell suddenly

On my flesh like the dew

Of dawn on the branch

Of a lemon tree full of fruit

When the day is young and dark

[Oh... Your kisses trouble me]

Like a gentle sun baptized

By rain, as fragile

As rare gold lace,

Your breath, fragrant and warm

Has set my quiet face ablaze.

[Oh... I feel your breath]

But a silence immense and deep

Oh deeper than all these ties

Now, across the miles

Menacing, broods between us.

 [Oh... Your absence kills me]

And more than the songs I sing

I wait for your written word,

To stir my fluid blood

As your presence never did.

[Chorus Guitar]

And more than the songs I sing

I wait for your written word,

To stir my fluid blood

As your presence never did.

And more than the songs I sing

I wait for your written word,

To stir my fluid blood

As your presence never did.

[Final guitar]