Delight.

Far away from the promised land

I dig holes so deep inside my chest

to find a reason

for being happily caged,

and I've been so stupid,

and now I crave but I am afraid...

Can't help probing your beautiful eyes:

I lost my freedom in ages, there I see it;

it's a delicate warmth,

makes my senses grow.

I'd throw myself in your arms

taking back the protection I gave.

You dear breath curls this sadness

so it becomes mountains, flowers and water

and freshness, and I dance like a feather

falling gently until it finds its soil.

Carried by the power of the oncoming Spring

all my centres open to your delight,

there is no sin for the prisoner heart

who desperately tries to break the grate.