Come On

Eastern skies marked the end of the night;

Shy radiance winks at the edge of dawn.

The sky is lit up by the sun,

Under the pretence of play, the cloud's child illuminates itself.

Come on, let there be some golden light, coloured light, and new painted dream light—

You come down after dark,

Wash the black stone in the fountain of spark.

The dozing bird will leave you in its wake as you descend;

Visit enthusiastic music and eager blue sky, please,

Give light to the sorrowful, dark hearts and the corners of languid eyelids.