As it turns into day, the dawn is looking of Impassable Dreams
that are embraced by the night.
Every time the parting speaks, the mind fuels godly, hunting,
northerly winds to keep the kiss afar.
My thought built a nest in Zues' retreat
to enjoy the darknes, to shine with the stars.
Your breath is, it seems, like south wind
but a warlike one
and it reveals the moment when God gives birth to earth.
The moment you will be denying me, do me the favour and don't ask
wetheri want to come where you're going, where you love no more.