Morning, which holds within you
This sea that never changes
This wind in the galley
That insists on landing on you
Dawn, suddenly
I'm a bird, I'm people
So distant and never absent
And I insist on landing on you
Woman, my dawn
You are the wind that lingers
For you I rest my tiredness
In the truth of a poem
In the lie of a hug
Your bed is mine lake
I want to stay like this
Boat that returns to port
In your body I rest
There I stay and remember
And I insist on land on you
Mist, awakened
As light as the sword
That fights for everything and nothing
And insists on landing on you
Woman, my dawn
You are the wind that lingers
For you I rest my tiredness
In the truth of a poem
In the lie of a hug
My bed is my lap
I want to stay like this
In the truth of a poem
In the lie of a hug
My bed is your lap
I want to stay like this