Needing express all thoughts on the paper,
On the sky, she's thinking about your sailor,
Smart, gentile and hopeful,
She's shining, nothing more blue
Waiting for the sunshine on her window,
Around the birds, shining girl below,
Looking for the sense inside that planet,
Shakespeare's heart, thoughts of Hamlet,
A soul waiting for a love,
Hands in glove, silence above.
(Joyce Martins)
