I come out of sleep only to return into dream
I am that pain which cannot see the world
The dreams that I dream in the night
Are bridges that I build over the days
I am that note which could not become a song –
My language filled itself with pain
I am that range of mountains
This has inflicted silence
On its lips.
I am that last night
Whose stars, breaking their
Slavery to darkness ,
Become my sentences,
Run and merge themselves with sun.
Each day I rise
On the peaks
Of horizons of the mornings
I am that circle of song
which scatters scarlet light all around