ORIENTAR
I want to go to Orientar
where the meadows glow purple
with frankincense flowers.
I want to watch children
laughing and singing,
collecting the gold that falls
from the sky. No one goes hungry
in Orientar, for the orchards
of myrrh bear fruit all the year.
The kings and the queens
of Orientar are kindly and wise
and they follow their stars.
