Had to open
the thick wooden door, painted deep green I think
that had a latch high up,
nevertheless to open softly
almost without a sound
at dawns.

Father's hand on the latch
at dawns.

Mother's hand on the latch
at dawns just before easter
hurrying to kneat bread
before she lies at the room next door
to give birth to the younger brother
calmly,in case the voices of her pains
wake you up, her beloved.
At dawn the wan light is
embracing a cloud of lemonblossoms and jasmin.
At dawns, the dream embraces a breath of love and a cloud of light
And if you pay for the dream when you wake up
It'll be for the joy, you, seeing
first of all
the day storming-in, in the twinspaced hall.

And when you will be gone,
every dawn,
but every dawn
when the dew will fall
from the leafs of the tree in the yard
the latch will be heard
depp green it was I think,
to open softly,
every dawn...