The radiance of the light
Somewhere a symphony is composed
Performed with bird-like precision
One sphere and another run
Sending eloquent messages
An idea, with its thousand points
As a star gives birth
Illuminating the immensity of ideas
All ships called to the open sea
To the vastness of the waters, leave.
Darkness touches the myriad of thoughts
Dreams cross the night
Here are all those who are, were, and shall be.
At the crossroads, people stop
They comment on the course, the meaning
But then they remain silent
At the end each one follows his own path
Guided by a stone hard reality,
A dry stick that leaves a furrow in the dust.
We will end up in the dust,
But we could be a still pond,
A drop reflecting a point of light,
The touch of the light.
