My heart is made just for your bosom
For your freedom my wings are enough
That which had been asleep on your soul
Will rejoin the heavens through my mouth
Within you the illusion of each day exits
You arrive like the dew upon petals
Undermine the horizon with your absence
In fugue like the wave for keeps
I told what you sang with the wind
Like the pines and like the masts did
Like them you are tall and taciturnly
And you sadden quickly as would a journey
Comforting like an old route
Echoes and nostalgic voices populate you all
I am awake, and on occasions migrate
And scare away the birds sleeping in your soul
