In my sky, at twilight

❝ In my sky, at twilight, you are like a cloud

and your form and color are the way I love them.

You are mine, mine woman with sweet lips

and in your life, my infinite dreams live.

      The lamp of my soul dies in your feet,

the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,

oh, reaper of my evening song,

how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!

      You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon's

wind and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.

Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunder

stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

      You are taken in the net of my music, my love,

and my nets of music are wide as the sky.

My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.

In your eyes of mourning, the land of dreams begins.❞