This evening
everything rests
in clusters of light.
I can see you,
a woman who belongs
to the dawn.
Your hair is
innocent with dew.
With you
the night is shy,
it gathers itself
into the dark moons
of your eyes.
As you walk,
secrets repose
inside you.
When the anger
of the wind
rushes you,
be still,
remember
your primitive cradle.