Sunday Song

Is my wish tonight
to see the pure of your voice
in the Pond of the Moon
the place where I adore you
and kiss your lips
as the gift of the real God
who came singing your soul.

Is my only wish tonight
to learn the language of your tongue
and touch the river beyond your hair
the reason of my mouth and my hand
telling, writing you
the most precious words to reach you
to reach your heart.

Is my only wish to make you know
that I felt in Love
and, Beloved Soul of Mine,
my way is the way you make for me
in every travel to the centre of the Earth
in every Sunday Song.