The sun is ready to spill over
the yellow rays of his golden light
through the glass door window
of my drawing room.
The sweet aroma emitted by the garden flowers
is trying to usher in as fast as possible
through the ventilator of my expansive and artistic hall.
My mind and soul which spent restlessly the sleepless nights
since long, desire now, to grab the slippery dreams
and preserve them in heart, at least for a few seconds,
unable to welcome to the fore the intruding dawn.
