by Lívia Kovács

The golden guy sets his eye on us,

It is his last wink for today.

At this moment our world becomes a canvas,

Which he colours where it is grey.

My soul rises, as his face descends,

The deeper he goes, the funnier he’ll get.

He tickles the clouds that go red,

And cajoles the wind for a joke or a bet.

As the time passes, he has to leave,

So he colours our canvas blue with belief.

As he dips down below the horizon,

He leaves another to carry on.

From the midst of the silver stars,

A girl rises, lifting our hearts.

Her beauty is unchanged over thousands of years,

Our ancestors saw what now appears.

This silver nymph, loving as a nurse,

Covers the world with a gentle veil,

Leaving the Earth for a while in peace,

A wonder like the Holy Grail.

(2004)