The Gazelle Of The Dawn
Near a tree, in a green valley,
Beside a blooming hill.
Now -- before the sun -- on the horizon,
A silhouette appears:
A gazelle with bright eyes
Like the sun rising.
The sun's rays pass through the gazelle to me.
She approaches with her gentle walk
And stops just there,
Facing me with clear and steady eyes.
She has been grazing on flowers.
In her mouth is a flower.
She bends and places it in my lap.
I sit in total stillness.
Then, she walks back her way
To the horizon.
And as she walks,
My eyes do not leave her steps.
I count seven times that she stands in the field
And turns her head to look at me again.
The seventh time, at the top of the hill,
On that infinite line of the horizon.
