The Prophecy Of Sun Poem by fraidoon warasta

let's bathe
o exhausted sun
in each drop of rain,

isn't it pleasant
involuntary nap
like moon
on horizon
on a cloudy pillow?
before the day of mourning
our achievement
of dominance over nature
with those executed bees
in north pole desert,

i will hear
the thirsty breath of earth,
sun will be wrapped up in insomnia
with sand in its eyes,
i will wander
in sleepless nights
drifting in sweat of drought,

let's bathe
o exhausted sun
in each drop of rain,

i see:
the small fish
cooked in the sun's pan
before it's born,
i see
the thirst of myriads of
mirages in each sand grain.

there'll be moments
my eyes won't hold
the hives any longer,
then i will persistently draw
the honey from your lips,
while even the barren clouds
will be banished.

but...
for now,
let's bathe
o exhausted sun
in eyes of rain.

fraidoonwarasta
july 2018
amsterdam