DREAM IS MINE, SOUL IS YOURS

Pearls of my soul roll through my mind,
in the incandescence of sleeping pain,
the echoes thirsty for calm complain,
soluble the dawn my face has absorbed,
and in the light my song of a forbidden world,
deaf of conscience, the loneliness of oblivion,
echoes emerge, delusions of absence,
in the effervescence of my longed-for voice,
glowing in the echoes.
Ephemeral shadows die diluted,
in the tenuous vapors of mystical moons,
decades of a path, mythical in history.
Sublimated voices of empty mirrors,
faces of reflections, mysterious lights,
countenances of anthuriums,
languid sketches,
accomplices of time,
mysterious golds of an aura of love.
Voices are restored,
voices of my moons,
echoes of my soul.
But my sordid pearls of dawn,
They return to my bright eyes of calm,
life flourishes on my living path,
nest my fire, my furrows,
my land, fertile my smile
throws away the shadows,
staggers abysses discard miseries
and laughs in the glow of free life,
the ineffable dawn of a living star.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI