Each day that now begins the same:

"I want to be complete, not perfect"

These words that echo in my brain

And mingle till the night is over.

To be together till the dawn,

I want to melt into their form,

To make up something spring to life

And carry it back to the light.

The gift as precious as a gem,

I want to give it back to them.

To honour our solitude,

To give the silence a new tune.

But these are just some humble thoughts,

And nothing of it will be true,

And i will carry this new home

To farthest lands of the unknown.