Ditty of First Desire

The poem

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 orange-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 orange-colored. Soul, turn the color of love.