Sail with me on sapphire streams,
Orinoco’s breath in every dream;
Whispered winds through ceiba weave,
Maps of stars beneath our sleeve.
Drift away, the compass spins,
Echoes dance on porcelain skins;
Carry me where moonlight folds,
Into mist and molten gold.
We are foam, we are tide,
Endless heartbeats multiplied;
Let the chorus rise and flow—
Orinoco, never let me go.