My girl would you go with me,
in an alley, where solitude blooms?
I feel your love in stealthy glance,
in the quietly burning candle in my soul.
A JOURNEY UNDER THE SPIRITUAL SHADES
I took a few tender rustling steps,
on the road not taken by many.
In my silent chat with
flowers plants and trees.
In my lonely wanderings
in silent valleys and atop hills;
Come birdie and stay for a while,
on a tiny wilted branch of my soul.
Sing to my weary spirit and awaken it,
after the melody of my lonely heart.
When I leave you and your sacred dwelling;
often without a thought of Prayer,
but a grief-stricken sigh
is raised to You.
From mountain of Love the river rises,
It flows gently and calmly, kissing and embracing,
both banks on its way to the ocean of love,
watering every vine and bramble, fig and thorn
A lovely golden deer grazing in the distance,
in the captivating meadow of my fantasy,
near the stream of my charming spirit,
in the land of my love's imperium.
I am still on your banks;
a hermit contemplating-
on your little waves, its silent music,
the treasures of your heart, your beauty.
Stand still and hear with your inner ears
The sound of the Lord walking in Paradise
His lovely walk from afar
Hear in the rhythms of Nature, His creature