Your eyes are two palm groves By dawn’s breath Or two terraces the moon leaves behind. When your eyes smile the vines flower And the lights dance Like the moon’s reflections on a river Gently sculled at the crack of dawn Like stars pulsating in the depth of your eyes ... Rain . . . Rain . . . Do you know what sadness the rain brings? And how the gutters burst into sobs when it pours? Rain . . . Rain . . . To avoid suspicion on departure night We hide our tears under the rain . . .