This light of a smile on the wings of a bird,On the rainbow’s arch like the arch of your brow,The rustle of a leaf on the elderberry branch,A beautiful song calling out to this world...
From the journey begun, it is feeling, it is love,That flies and comes knocking both day and night,It is the golden moon, turned entirely to a candle,Bearing my longing for you upon its shoulders...
Clothed all over in the garment of desire,For our next meeting, for the kisses it cradles,Drawn from the heart in the form of resin,My body produces it for you—produces it endlessly...
It comes in the shape of a swan as if on a blue lake,So you may take the feeling washed, eternally pure...
