When I woke I knew the words were true …
like the strings of a lonely guitar,
they made no sound…no sound at all.
I imagined how many times this new joy
touched the universe,
vibrating like some crazy music
that has just been composed by the inner-ear.
Give no mind to tears.
They are as true as you believe them to be,
winked the obstinate sun.
The interesting thing was,
it was raining.