Brazilian Moon, look down on me,
From veils of night above,
Behold my hollowed heart and see
Its languishing for love!
For many years my holy quest
Has reaped the fruits of God,
Where glory finds its final rest
In righteousness unflawed.
But weariness these last few years
Has slowly drained my strength,
My vision blurred by unshed tears,
Each breath prolonged at length.
A river’s path can change its course
To quench the thirsty flower.
So hearts may drink from love’s new source
And bloom with passion’s power.
Brazilian Moon, so warm and wild,
So filled with fervent fire,
I offer up my soul exiled
To burn in love’s desire.
(Photo by Sidney Lima)