LITTLE SONG OF FIRST DESIRE

In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
Heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be a nightingale.
Nightingale.

(Soul,
go the colour of oranges.
Soul
go the colour of love.)

In the living morning
I wanted to be me.
Heart.

And at evening’s fall
I wanted to be my voice.
Nightingale.

Soul
go the colour of oranges.
Soul,
go the colour of love!