Someone comes to me, in the early morning hours. In early morning hours, when mist hangs on the horizons, with bare feet someone comes.

When dew drops stil cling to leaves, when the buds anticipate the sun's warmth, when birds still sit silently, someone comes to me.

With cool, smooth fingers and lazy eyes; with limbs delicately strong; with jasmine fragrances, o someone comes to me.

Who comes? Whose footsteps, whose whispers? Whose story comes to me? With the gentle morning, after the solitary night, with the promising sun, comes the promise.