Policar, 1995.
Where are you now, my bright-eyed love?
What stories do you tell, now that you've flown,
A thousand miles of land and sea between us?
How is it I still hear your song?
How do I feel your hand in mine?
Why do I wake and feel you beside me, with a thousand days between us?
I dream of sights I've never seen
and we are there together.
Do I see them with your eyes,
so bright they see for two?