These young flowers
Gazing on the earth
Our chosen brothers
Our chosen sisters
Of the spirit
They breathe their influences
With which the universe
Knows itself divine
Light of art or nature
The rainbows of the flowers
The mountains and the waves
The night that fears the day
Upon this trembling edge
Bound in such a way
Those imprisoned  
Where hearts once mingled
I dreamt I was that way
Dark buds and leaves
Where clouds are scattered
Where the spirit is mute
Innocence, our hearts devotion
Upon the surface, that wrinkled image
Will find us
Then as now
Under this universal Sun
Radiant - awake
Where the winter rains, the wild woods, sing
Where the earth and the oceans meet
And mourn
Us children of the hours

Gypsy