I hear the temple bells ringing,
my senses expanding like a morning prayer.
When you love me
the Sun rises at a distant island,
where at a borderline the sea rises up
and kisses the sky.
your smile brings forth a vibrant dawn,
beginning the promises of day–break.
Witnessing your joy, to me,
is being a devotee, at a pilgrimage of peace.
is the melody of a genesis.
In this land of ruin
the only meaning that I hold.