Listen to presences inside poems
Let them take you where they will

The breeze at dawn has secrets to teach you.
Do not go back to sleep
You must ask for what you want
Do not go back to sleep
The door is round and open
Do not go back to sleep
Souls are crossing back and forth over the threshold
Do not go back to sleep

Love is born
With a dark and troubled face
When hope is dead
And in the most unlikely place
Love is born
Love is always born