The white dreamer beloved,
Were expanding dark night,
Over her shoulders' light.
From her chest of land
The light bird of willing
Flied toward
Supreme called person, alone;
-forest of wishes' green band-
Visible,
While seeds of snow melted
Floating in her summer of hands.
The peaces of their divinity
Encountered on night's dark blade
And exploded darkness base
Collapsing on her shoulder…
Posed her canoes of eyes,
Floating on her ocean of tears;
Then I felt the consciousness
Stumbling around thought of light
Rooting footsteps of knowledge;
Raining soul drops
Over the ear of consciousness…!
Would the l¬oving Lord, for once,
Find the bird of my hopes? !
… and must be sure, she said!
My brownish eyes of Anima
Discovered blue in their pastimes.