I come from the island of mountains and the sun White village and the dark green trees all around I sleep in the peaceful shade, like a child In dreams I don’t mind being young, I look up and say ”Mother, I have sun in my eye”
These stones in my hand were once washed by the sea And once there rose Silent Towers on the hill Sweet prince in the slow dying dance through the years He moves to the stage with his flowers, memorising his ways, and bows straight at you