You were born in grace facing the
Fire tree entangled with the wind and the sun
And pregnant with imaginations of the crossing
Lights focused on the direction of the meadow
Tarnishing your immaculate shadow with the
Image of burning tree gobbled by the horizon
And your sophisticated thoughts travelled
Earnestly to the various corners of your universe.
Beyond the awkwardness of your stance
In great measure you danced with the rhythm
Of the gliding hours courageously spent in the heat
Of those lazy afternoons looking at the hues of the summer
Etched in the running images of red and orange
Forgetting that the green gave life to the dullest of episodes
Of your once untainted life joyously crossing the
The spaces crying for recognition against the oblivion
Of those who walked in the beat of the vanishing flashes
Of brilliance born in the mountainous dreams of all of the dusts
Who came before you when the fire tree was the solitary hope
Radiating in the entirety of the sleeping land!
