Sara

Sara

Sara, Sara,
This name I dreamt,
That winter in Spain.
Like an unwritten song,
I know not,
How you look, how you sound.
How I long to know,
So, to ease my pain.

Sara, Sara,
This name I sought,
That spring in Spain.
Roamed the land,
In search of a face,
One I have never seen.
Obsessed,
Never more have I been.

Sara, Sara,
This name I felt,
That summer night in Spain.
Calling out to me,
I feel it in the wind.
Could she be,
Across the street,
Or across the strait?

Sara, Sara,
Her face I saw,
That autumn in Spain,
In the desert across,
A blooming rose,
A million faces into one,
A Creation
Of my solitude.