The picture takes color,
little by little it makes sense,
no longer the foggiest notion.
The blanket covers...,
except my feet, which are left in the air...
...What is?
What is the expectancy when I wake??
I love, I love, I love
I need to embrace what I see,
the reflection of the truth,
the voice that speaks and leads me,
the LOVE that I love.
