The deep night breathes quietly,
as the light fades on my palm.
But between life and death,
I still have things on my mind.

Each day that absence grows,
I take wings through the
tears and lamentations.
And see the misery of my wanderings.

Upon my return,
I see dances of devotion
a union of body and mind.
I am awake, the nearest
thing to being free.