Dawn has come to my cabin in distress
For my love has gone with no single kiss.
My flesh still tinted with his sweet caress
Holds tears, a scar, a road to sure abyss.
Long has his name hunted my fabless nights
And his voice awakened obscure notions.
Strangled I sing ballads of gentle knights
And wait for word on his secret motions.
No sign has God sent from the sky above
Or the Devil from the black caves of Hell,
But from the sea comes in haste a pure dove
With sweet news on a sheet of brocatel.
For all of my heart’s true worries and pains
Came a sign, a oath, a bag of true gains.
Humberta Araújo
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