Felt like the morning sun

The buttercups of the rays of the sun straighten their stems in to the morning
Drooping above the horizon as if bending their arched scrags
Wildswan white water-lily's with their petalwings
Glide the conductor trail of the bridge of lucidity in to the crèche of their reveries

From the stream of the shadows
Birds tuned to the light
Already stand out in their brightness
Delivering the day in their feathers

On the flickering vast of the twinkle-bridge break out in to a sad song
lotusbirds drops trundling while wishing the twilight farewell
when at last quietly trickle
as dawnechoes in to childrens dreams

From the stream of shadows
Birds tuned to the light
Already stand out in their brightness
Delivering the day in their feathers

Awake

From the stream of the shadows
Birds tuned to the light
Already stand out in their brightness
Delivering the day in their feathers

Mooching around like saltgrainspark on a shattered glass of the water
The joiku* of the languors of the northern wind
Pierces its way through the heated air in to the
Heart