Even though the mind may wander,
absence makes the heart grow fonder.
My thoughts lie many miles away
from where each night my head I lay.
Your face upon my mind engraved;
a fleeting dream I try to save.
I hope the day will be here soon
when you won’t leave me with the moon.
Lulu; during time of her banishment.
Another poem, I see. That definitely strengthens the theory that all the arias shall be poems.
But is this by (or from, but not by?) Tia, about Luna, as Blahman suggests? Or is it a more general (and a bit less literal) poem, speaking of the plight of all whose loved ones are far away and only seen in dreams?
Sketchy: you should link musical versions of all the Arias that are songs!