I got kissed by a turtle dove
upon a cold Paris manger
i was waking up to my love,
first moment dawning danger

Everything was new
every sock and shoe
my face and your face tenderly renewed

I awoke to find a whiteness inside
everything did shine, slyly, from each body
halos from within, diamonds the year in
as we crossed to where the virgin mary moves over the fields
here and there, she kneels
sighing sweet relief upon the prairie


Guilherme Schilipak