*The zora are from Slavic mythology, together known as the aurora,
Zora is the goddess of morning (or morning star) , Zora of evening,
and Zwezda of midnight*
Oh Zora,
You dance so whimsically
Like a curious breeze
Cooling morning dew
A gentle wind
Trespassing
Through flowery field
And mountain pass
Carrying morning mists
And airborne streams
Of snowflakes
Anything that,
Like her,
Will glitter in that
Golden morning sun
The light tends to play upon her face
Highlighting her youthful beauty
Those curled sunbeam locks of hair
Those bright blue eyes of daylight skies
Which clouds have been known to drift through
And that familiar warm smile
That fiery smile which she wears while
She stands waiting each morning
To open heaven's gates
To allow passage
Of the sun's flaming chariot
And who could forget
That luminescent smile
Upon Zora's delicate face
As she dances away the night
She bathes in
The much gentler,
Much cooler
Light of the moon
The moonlight caressing
Her soft skin
Like it does to no other
Pale skin glowing in the night
Skin unharmed
By the flaming embrace of the sun
Amidst the stars
She becomes undone.
As though the stars
Laid out the steps
Teaching her the night's dance
She danced among them,
To the music of the night,
Calm, still, silent.
And Zwezda,
Embracing the sun
As but a twinkle
In the eye of a phoenix
Oh,
How you mourn its passing
It dies in your arms
Every night
Yet you feel that need
That irrefutable compulsion
To hold it
To shield it's eyes,
It need not know
How we prefer look upon his
dim brethren
Let him not see
Your vapor tears
Then with Zora's return
Restore him to life once more
As another twinkle
In the eye of
A reborn phoenix
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem