BETWEEN MORNING AND NIGHT DAY

Calm my heart, because the sky is not heard
Calm down, because the earth is burdened with lamentation of sadness.
She will not give birth to your melody and singing.
Calm down, for the night spirits ignore your secret whisper, and the shadows do not stop before dreams.
Calm down, my heart. Calm down until dawn arrives, because he who waits patiently for the morning will greet the morning with strength. He who loves light, is loved by light.
Calm my heart, and listen to me.

IN my dream I saw a magpie singing as he flew over a volcano crater that erupted.
I saw a lilac flickering his eyelids in the snow.
I saw a naked angel dancing among the tomb stones.
I saw a child laughing while playing with skulls.
I see all these creatures in a dream. As I woke up and looked around me, I saw a volcano spewing a flame, but I did not hear a singing magpie nor did I see him fly.
I saw the sky pouring snow over the fields and valleys, covered in the white of corpses of frozen lilies.
I saw graves, lined up, erect in calm times. But none I saw there were swaying in dance, nor were they bowed in prayer.
As I awoke, I saw sadness and pain; Where does the joy and pleasure of dreams come to be?
Why is the beauty of dreams vanishing, and how do the images disappear? How can the soul be restrained until the sleep brings back the spirits of its desires and hopes?