The white dawn
Paul Lacombe
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.