In a world blessed with all the beauty we can know,
But that is also by turns alien and hostile – subjected
To lives fragile as paper lanterns caught in a stormy
Sky and on turbulent waters, I have for now a place.
In you a warm sun, joy and peace, are the contestants
In a game of love I long to neither win nor lose, shelter
Without any walls or roof but the lofty vault of heaven.
Blind caresses show me a way, the low door in the wall
That has always been waiting, tomorrow and tomorrow
By magical accident, the coincidence of desire and fate.
