During the day
I paint on the
Wall of the time narcissus
Violets and fountains
And at night I play
On the lyre of my heart
And soul the melodies
Of the flowers and trees
Turning toward the spring
Of the green love to drink
From its healing water
While I am reflecting upon
The mirrors of my heart
The sorrows of butterflies
Sparrows and that of
dove embracing the
Brightness of lightning
And the coolness of the
Breeze and the beaty
Of the stars moons
And planets.
