You loved me on the water-dock
that loved an ivory moon.
You loved me on the river-glass
on a raft made of bamboo.
You loved me with such gentle hands,
like barnacles I clung to you.
You loved me, loved me, Ideeyaii,
beneath a silver moon.
Press upon my belly first,
then gently touch my womb.
Swirl your fingers in my throat
and let me sing for you.
Put your lucky top hat on,
and let us now resume
to sway upon the promenade,
like flowers on a tomb.
Time is strewn like pebbles;
I dance upon them seeking you.
To love you, love you, Ideeyaii,
beneath a silver moon.
Three flowers wait upon my door-
they must have come from you.
The pink one stands for fairy-luck,
the blue one stands for you.
The red one stands for everyman
whose hand I touch while seeking you.
To love you, love you, Ideeyaii,
beneath a silver moon.
Time is strange and flattened,
a square pressed from a cube.
I’m puzzled by this language,
lost inside this room.
I’m puzzled by these marble-eyes,
in every town I ask for you.
Oh come and love me, Ideeyaii,
beneath a silver moon.
You must have said goodbye to me
as I slept beneath the moon.
You must have left reluctantly,
your ribbons bent with dew.
You must have kissed me tenderly,
as I was sleeping dreaming you.
You must have vanished like a ghost
into a silver moon.