In another life I hold your hand, and gaze across that moonlit bay;
Where once we stood, in years gone by, constrained to go our separate way,
So much unspoken, so much unsaid;
So much left locked within my head.
And yet the memory returns, and every moonlit night it yearns,
To see your face again, unspurned;
In another life…

In another life I speak the words I longed to say an age ago;
When interrupted love lay churned by circumstantial vertigo,
And cruel fate and angels wings;
Took precedence o’er tender things.
And yet I saw you in my dreams, and hot tears cleansed internal screams,
To hear your voice again, redeemed,
In another life…

In another life I kiss your lips, and hold you trembling in my arms;
Where worlds ago you only knew the penning of this wordsmith’s charms,
Internal longings, whose external sweet;
Would ne’er be tasted, ne’er complete.
And yet I held as underpriced, the hope of our once promised tryst,
To kiss your lips, two hearts now spliced,
In another life…

In another life I wait for you, my secret heart, my summer’s sun;
To finish what a life ago this unexpected love begun,
And Ulysses forever lost,
Forever found, the threshold crossed;
Shall live under Italian skies, and feel the searchings of your eyes,
And wait for you, no more goodbyes;
In another life…

Written about a summer love that could never be...