As it turns into day,
the dawn is looking straight into the eye
of impa**able dreams
that are embraced by the night. Every time the parting speaks,
the minf fuels godly, hunting,
northerly winds
to keep the kiss afar. My thought built a nest
in Zeus' retreat
to enjoy the darkness,
to shine with the stars. Your breath is, it seems, like
south wind - but a warlike one
and it reveals the moment
when God gives birth to earth.