The white dawn

The white dawn says to my dream:

"Wake up, the sun is shining."

My soul listens and I raise

my eyelids slightly towards it.

A ray of light touches

the pale flower of my blue eyes.

A flame awakens my mouth,

a breeze awakens my hair.

And my soul, like a rose,

trembling slowly all day through,

wakes to the beauty of things,

as my soul wakes to their love.