honu

In the green morning 
I wanted to be a heart. 
A heart. 

And in the ripe evening 
I wanted to be a nightingale. 
A nightingale. 

(Soul, 
turn lavender colored. 
Soul, 
turn the color of love.) 

In the vivid morning 
I wanted to be myself. 
A heart. 

And at the evening's end 
I wanted to be my voice. 
A nightingale. 

Soul, 
turn lavender colored. 
Soul, 
turn the color of love.