Roman Sun

Rolling sun, restless sunSun that wants to be received a thousand timesGoddess’ gazeReefs’ songTell me, tell meis there a pregnant sea there?

Liquid sun, imagined sunSun that brings the earth and creation into dreamsIt will be night soonAll will be forgottenTell me, tell meis pale yellow sleeping there?

Silent sun, Spiritual sunSun that passes through time and nothingnessTransfigured fingersgrasping the earth’s rootsfreely drinking nectarTell me, tell meis there surrealistic soil there?

Mystical sun, illusory sunSun that finds a resting place for all soulsVague echoes in the distanceas if God’s footstepswill bring bright wingsTell me, tell meis there a secret heaven there?