The Sunny Girl Poem by Zamir Osorov

In the morning
move up to the window
close your weakling eyes,
these vessels of vision
cups filled with liquid substances
designed so marvelous by nature
to catch light and invite it
to swim and take bath in these basins,
where now amid stagnant water
trembling broken legs and wings
of died fly.
So look to the rising Sun,
when its light so gentle and mild,
move yours eyes balls
around Sun's disk,
fill them with energy of burning star,
and amid such healthy procedure
you suddenly catch The Sunny girl
flying and dancing there
around golden orb,
surfing on burning tides,
barraging on wild protuberances, winds and storms.

Look carefully,
zooming
through closed eyes
to its burning surface,
restoring and reviving
your clearly vision,
and you see
the entire new world there -
the golden ethereal merry-maids
playing, surfing and diving
on ocean of fire
sometimes diving deep
in bottom
and emerging out
on the back of Sunny dragons,
sunny whales and dolphins,
riding on these fire-born creatures.

Look to the Sun
through closed eyes
through distorted and stagnant glass-like body
enjoin with the burning marvels
and feeling the power
of light pouring
to yours eyes bowels.

Fill them
with primary love, warm and energy,
feed, drink, absorb with all your eye's cells,
with all yours body and soul
the love of Sun girl,
overfill and over-saturate yourself
with eternal warm and love
and after such solarium
go to live
even if you are surviving
in the darkest bottom of night
try not overdose yourself
with lamentariums.