What A Strange Meeting -Â…
That Of The Rain And The Sun-Â…
Droplets That Transform
The Weeping Of The Sky
Into A Bridge That
Unites The Immensity,
Colouring It And To Dream Of Crossing It
With Beside A Love
That Holds You By Hand-Â…
Free From The Fear
Of Being Left Alone
At The Other Bank-Â…
Where, If Assisted By Fortune,
At Its-‘ Feet I Will Find
Thousands White Lilies-Â…
That Will Inebriate Me
Of Perfumes And Magic Notes
Of Divine Music