Mornings and Evenings

My mornings and evenings, the days and the nights
By this little gesture, The Powerful Hand
Completed with feelings, and took to the hights
Of daring adventures, retiring chants,
Compassionate smiles and colorful dreams,
As if purifying the land of my soul
With scouring miles of mountain springs
And leaving behind the tint of a coal.
I breath in your air, I look at the sun
And involuntarily whisper the words,
Which praise it for care, for turning the pond
Of bored dispairs with sighing accords
To waters that glare, since love, like a swan,
Adorned everywhere its surface with herbs.

2010