be still! the summer sunrise, nearly born,
is hastening to flood with bleeding light
the nakedness of Gaia – birds adorn
the lace of clouds with their ecstatic flight.
hush now and listen to the dying dreams
as they are cleaving path through night’s remains
attempting to avoid the blazing beams
injected into Earth’s still sleepy veins.
just close your eyes and feel the waking sand
that’s quivering under the wind’s caress –
each grain is precious in its fall on land,
a small gigantic treasure to possess,
for any grain may shelter in its slice
an unexpected twisting of God’s dice.
© Liliana Negoi