Naked is my soul
before a windy sea
when my eyes
look for the quiet
of  a child's sweet slumber.
Naked is my soul
in front of the roar of the lion
when my ears
seek the silence
of green meadows in Spring.
Naked is my soul
in front of the hard trunk of an oak
when my brain
needs the rippling of the clay
and I will dress in rags
because I can't find clothes,
I will cover myself with dreams
because I'm blinded
by hope,
I will be filled with illusions
because I'm full
of love.