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.