Behind a metal lamppost
a golden sunset shines
Lost in seaweed curtains
streaked with blue tint skies
There's a man in shadow
who plays a saxophone
Weaving such sweet music
under a fiery dome
Passersby do linger
lovers grasp their hands
Moonlight weaves and circles
the devil kneels and stands
His music is a sequence
of his very life
God is his circumference
the snake and dove entwine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i can't help but love a poem about music.... wonderful last stanza.....
Thank you Sonya! Enjoy metaphors, to me they are like abstract paintings,
Thank you Sonya! I hope you are still on this site!