When you are quiet
divine glimpses
and angelic beings
float by your side

A cherub
bare of mischief
dances in your eyes
rousing smiles
with its presence

I want to live by your side
the nectar of the hours
between heaven and earth
weaving together the miracles
that fall from your hands

Let the golden threads
of your throat
invite me
to live in your home

And every morning
we will ride the clouds
to shower the gardens
my poor brothers tend
dying from drought

We will take the early morning breeze
to ride out and search
for the lost mule driver
who fell asleep
at the base of the gorge

In a ray of light
we will ride
heading east
to comfort the child
who was left with
nothing

And in the afternoons
during communion
our hands will join
casting blessings
on your brothers

Your sandals we’ll leave
at the foot of the mountains
and we will venture up
heading home
looking for more love to share.

Translation of ‘Cuando Seamos Uno’ by Ariana Dubov