The dance of the ocean -
Or the gust of the wind.
The glancing light of sand -
And the gleaming of the moon.
A spirit in the dust -
Is a glistening light of crystal.
The orange rock of stone -
In the capitulation of the sky.
The forest is my grace -
With thousands of pretty diamonds.
Enumerating now my love -
Like flowers in the moonlight.
What now is my casting sun -
That it is glorious in the bloody soil of the earth?
What shall the sky remember -
Of my fleeting life below?
Unrelenting candles are now to sparkle -
Like a rainbow in the summer.
Fixated in the stars -
Is a ring of rainbows in the water.
I reach out through myself seeking after the heavens -
In the starry lights of love.
And I see the sandy red and orange -
Of the desert in the moon.