I sit beside the sea of your light.

One evening in the silence of night,

An autumn of songs

Was spreading over the horizon, a thread of a smile, a wisp

  of weeping.

A sob of age, it appears as laughter,

But it is not laughter, it is pain, it is bleeding.

You are a solemn vow, hidden in everything.

Shining like light, your sword brings light,

Brightening us, and your heart belongs to the face of a prophet.

Change in the bitterness of time, the taste of giving…

In the dark I open outlets to you

So I may contemplate your secret

Sometimes my soul is orphaned by agony

Other times, tormented by the pain of negligence

I listen in reverence while you play

A chord that never sleeps

I feint like a clever sword

I gaze, you are there calling

My heart is immersed in your light

I come awake,

Drawn to possibility

by a flock of steenboks