• I hear a voice without a face
    That I remember sweetly
    And I recall that it could sail
    Like dreams, so indiscreetly.

    I feel a heart imprisoned so,
    away from where it longs.
    Not of another, and yet it knows
    Of daylight's nightly songs.

    One stops to hear, one speaks to say
    One dies to grin, one sails the bay.
    But one still, cuffed by the day
    Is held captive by monotonous replay.