In lands covered with the ethereal beauty of my dreams.
I saw a dove descend, blurry as the land is from afar.
I see her, among the olives and the honey flowing falls,
someone I could not vividly imagine to be real,
hopping in zeal like one among the gazelles,
her wavy hair sailing through the air like a thousand
waterfalls levitating into heavens.

Like one destined to drown, I wanted to fly before
atention sought me out.
Albeit she was...