Migrant Lake

I came flying I threw myself into your arms. You kissed me. You gave me water you gave me light. I danced, I played in your arms quenched by your water. In the mirror of your eyes there were white wings you showed me: they were my wings it was me! with two bright black eyes joyful, joyful to be. I have drunk you. I made you flow in the spell of my feathers. With you, flying, we pass through the fire of arrows and land on another earth. Like the thousands of years behind like the thousands of years ahead. Again you kiss me again I dance through the whole world joyful, joyful to be: quenched by your water...