I still desire the sun

When you come back to me, my dearest one.
When you no longer hide away in dreams.
The golden  sun will rise for me again

When all my work on earth is done;
When I have felt the pain of what has been.
Will you come back to me, my dearest one?

Without your presence, I feel lost and pained.
But this is not eternal, though it seems.
The golden  sun will rise for me again

The last bell  rings , I am alone.
I am too simple to make cunning schemes
Will you come back to me, my dearest one?

Human life is brief; we share its pain;
The death instinct, the deadly Faustian themes;
The sacred sun will rise for us again .

I must live in  darkness  yet the angels lean
To shelter with their sacred wings my limbs.
When you  had to leave , my dearest one,
Though loss may win, I still desire the sun.