Low light of morning

pale in my window

falls like silver water

on night´s desert land.



Where are my fears now?

where are the shadows

I saw yesterday?



Low light of morning

pale in my window

falls like silver water

on night´s desert land.



Dreaming or waking

there was no place to rest.

All night I feared the end of things,

that love was frail, that love would fail;

then I heard a bird was singing

in the breaking of the dawn.



Low light of morning

pale in my window

falls like silver water

on night´s desert land.



Where are my fears now?

where are the shadows

I saw yesterday?



Low light of morning

pale in my window

falls like silver water

on night´s desert land.