It swallowed the sun
On a bright brink of Sunday
During the hours when the ground was just waking,
I saw it through its throat in a journey called by the earth
Only this time it existed in the stomach.
she became fair
With smooth skin and an enchanting aura
That was perceived by the world as a pint of gold.
I was left with more shock than words
And asked my silence what name she bore.
In the evening of the night
I feared my dumbness had swallowed more shock
For she was a resemblance of the sun
Lacking fury and a taste of proud.
I would later find sleep in her golden rays
It touched my face and my thighs,
Sometimes it went below my navel
And when I was close to dive into the waters
Her conscience woke me by my name