The sun in the sky
Tells him he still has time
He closes his eyes
Immersing in Adam's first dawn
Enraptured is he
Could Eve ever be so fair?
Could she be so bold?
As the mountain or the hawks
That dare to reach to heaven?
He brings the dawn cycle to his lips
Drinking in cold liquid sky
A cooling breeze
And simplicity of a chair
On a deck in the sun
The only sound the wind
Bright blue birds, naked insects and the voice
And he wonders
Is it God
Or mammon?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem