How sad You walk, How frail You talk, Among the slopes that descend your stare, Among the clouds above your head Where falls your hair To be seen for its sheen, Within the area of your limitless bosom. A heart that calls to a start Of betterment that lasts for moments more Than ever you did adore The future, with its sailing ships That motion away from you, Away from your dancing hips That motion upon the graves of those defeated, For you keep a smile that does not part like your heart. What leaves you, Besides the everything that entraps you? You merge yourself with the fires, Leaving shame behind, in our desire. I speak to say That the world can be this way. You hold the universe in your arms As the mere sun, The mere star, to a calling heart For the darkness is your master.