I dreamt of the Land
Which was perfect, but far.
With the Book in my hand
I was watching a star.
I deeply admired
Its glimmering light,
But I was so tired
Of a long-lasting fight:
I fought against pain
That dwelt in my heart.
It would there remain,
It wouldn't depart,
Despite all my trying
To drive it way.
I was fed up with crying
And couldn’t even pray…
To forget my despair
I dreamt of the Land
Which was perfect and fair
Like in the Book in my hand.
(2000)