In the silent wanderings
between the pines and purple poppies,
with their iridescent smell,
dreamy night clouds float
A lucid glance, ears wide awake
Soundless steps in the moss, moist with dew
Silent stones, guardians alive with memory
The poem of the stars, shimmering in her hair
The north wind on her lips
Ancient memories, a long forgotten song
Blossoming in the starry night
