I color my morning waits with the hue of the first ray,Filled with élan, I lay roads and bridges on the shores of my heart.I stretch a hoopoe's wings to flutter in the white-clouded sky,Bearing beyond the storm the vision once held hostage.
My soul grew weary wandering dreams like a bird of the night,Cease, you stormy knockings of waiting amidst the gloom.My hope, descend to the cradle on the wind of the wave,Send the whispering breeze to slay the heavy longing of distance!
