On the back of a deer, from silver gates to golden ones.
Fox tails sweep away the traces behind.
Opening our eyes—now it’s clear, this is no dream!
Dying to be reborn, exchanging sunset for sunrise.

The sky is veiled in milky white, and the heart,
Like a child after separation, longs to return to the mother’s embrace.
In the arms of reviving warmth, we allow ourselves to melt,
Opening to love, with nothing left to fear.

© Elena Shuwany