Before all the mountains I yield,
waiting for the light to come and fetch me.
I sang with melodious birds on the field,
where my ivory table can be.

My heart dissolved in the hot sun of Summer,
it’s pleasure leaked in the pot of wisdom.
I waited till I ate the winds of winter,
and lost my patience in its senseless cold.

My confidence dropped like a fall of a plane,
while I thought they knew what I desire.
Its void can’t be filled by anything but pain,
with that pain; only love can help me recover.

After years of waiting in a fog,
within a shadow there’s a spotlight.
I felt like playing in a flame like a boy,
cause there it is coming from the wild.d