I would breath silent white clouds of eternal skies

I would have the eyes of a simple cherubic queen

And the hands of a vehement brave princess

I would have the amenity of true love

The valiance of a weak hand that fights

I would walk across my lands

Emerge the lines of my paths

I would choose the colors of my heart

I would pronounce the feelings of my thoughts

The sacred signs of gardens

That give shelter to my perseverance

I would be the laughter of the most graceful

Of all living things

I would be the strength that lies in each choice

The hands that hold what is lost

The body that carries what is forgotten

I would convey the steps of fortitude

Across that old, ravishing universe

That somehow is nurtured inside my perceptions

Longing to be apart of the darkness

I would possess the gifts of all magnitude

Translated from my silences

I would feel life released from the constraint

The own nature of its dreams has coerced

I would breath silent white clouds of eternal skies

Floating upon the frames of dramatic brilliant fields

I would be followed by stars through my journey

And the torments of my hills would be trespassed

By painless oceans of softness

Until my time is done

I would walk with grace on the most severe grounds

I would be the relief that is claimed by my

Hardest and heaviest laden shapes

I would be the cold wind of ancient thoughts

The endowments and joy of a new world

I would be the dissolution of shadows

The conversion of anguish times

I would be everything that goes,

Everything that comes and everything

That returns to my dwelling in the deserts