You came to me, to open my eyes.

To me your body was a view, a window and a mirror.

You came as night comes to the owl

To show him, in the darkness, all things.

And I learned:  There's a name for each eyelash and fingernail,

And for every hair on the exposed flesh.

And the scent of childhood - the scent of paste and pine

Is the night aroma of the body.

If there were torments - they've sailed towards you.

My white sail into your darkness.

Allow me to go, oh allow me to go

And kneel on the shore of forgiveness.