The red sun has risen on the earth's rim
Over the sands of Saudi Arabia,
Climbing through the clouds
As our Etihad flight from Dublin
Draws near to Abu Dhabi,
Flying through flat white lands of fantasy,
Of fairy palaces-piled up fleecy cumuli;
And there was light, emerging, overflowing:
The day's gold and silver coffers spilling,
Filling the cabin of our aeroplane
With a champagne for breakfast feeling;
The sleeping come live down the aisles
In a sunflower show of heads,
Turning towards the eastern horizon.
Wow wow winsome! ! Par excellance in poetry how u describe the view in great expression, in golden ink. Enjoyd readin it so much poet! Like a painting in fine poetic words ah!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well written piece, Matt. Thanks