The curve of your eyes embraces my heartA ring of sweetness and dancehalo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,
And if I no longer know all I have lived
It’s that your eyes have not always been mine.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,
Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,
Wings covering the world of light,
Boats charged with sky and sea,
Hunters of sound and sources of
Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawnsthat beds forever on the straw of stars,
As the day depends on
The whole world depends on your pure
And all my blood flows under their sight.
