The sky turns blue from lovers' eyes,
Bestowing sunlight on the hills below.
The wind moves softly through their hair,
And carries far away
The thoughts that shimmer beneath their brows.
**
How much longing! How many dreams!
From their chiming words I weave a tapestry of love,
And like a stolen spell
I graft new buds upon the trees
Where frost and snow still reign today.
**
Let me become a cascade of light,
A blessed bell made holy by the hand of God,
Joyfully beating out its rhythm with its heart.
For here upon the earth,
At times–at blessed times–
There is still love,
And there is peace.
**
The sky turns blue from lovers' eyes,
While creation itself remains
A fragile, wild, and sorrow–laden night.
**
If once more I were born upon this earth,
Let the northern wind drive me onward,
Let the sunlight shine upon my way,
That I might become
The song of flourishing women in love,
Softly hummed
With a smile.
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