Between the earth and the heaven

Infinitely shared between Heaven and Earth
Like the skyline, undisclosed
I’m looking for you, sense of my fat
Knowing, yet, I’m meant to be your Feast.

Swinging between sad feelings,
My soul would rather pink than black
Captivated by a chiaroscuro contrast;
From this storm will spread a pure air.

Even in windy days like a sparrowhawk,
I’m invited to your heavenly banquet,
Trusted by the Tuaregs of the desert
I’m drifting with Your Stream, the airs.

Despite the mists which hide my road so much,
The beams of Your sun will burn my doubts.