From blue sky birds come
bearing bright kerchiefs in their beaks

From lilac sky moon yawns
weary from not sleeping
washing her face
in the water of wakefulness
then sets to work

From azure sky the dreams of strong nations stir
harnessing alert steeds to assert themselves

From the rose unfold the desires
that fold the banners of modesty
unfurling the red flag
that breaks all established rule

From the joy I see in your eyes
I begin like a myth
Looking behind me
I find only swords
that wave like thickets
of branches in the storm

When your cry assaults me
the current sweeps me away
where neither ship nor shore
can gather me in

I desire you
as the white does all colors.