To the summit

To the summit


Endless stairs of white mist
We run along the paths of glass,
in the eternal night of winds
You are going to encounter sleepless talk
where the night loses its color
and the day is on the edge of time.


Come on you the splendid avatar
on your quiet and peaceful summits
where high and distant song is heard
a woman's eyes and black hair
wide skirts and bare feet.


In the pond we cover
sand and we dive into the water
baptizing and fatigue in your purity,
in the sweet sound of your inner light.