A memory's smile,
A forlorn gaze,
Early morn' laze;
A momentary quiver,
Solitude's tear,
All things of yours dear.
A name's sound
Soul to you always bound;
A call's tune,
Madness swoon,
I am but a loon.
Like the twilight after the sunset,
A warm glow your memories are,
In the darkness of the new moon night.

                                   - Prats.