Drowned Sun

I hear overhead the blue crystal spheres
Of bubbles be clinking in still.
It lulls to sleep all of my will.
I’m like the Sun drowned in his own tears.

I’m going down where nobody hears
Of malice, where none is a pent,
Where none cries, where all sorrows went.
I’m like the Sun drowned in his own tears.

I pluck strings of waves like a ploughman – ears
So jaded with that dazzling sky.
And seaweed reflect in my eye.
I’m like the Sun drowned in his own tears.

The voices of violins changed Fortune’s jeers.
In this liquid cradle so calm
My heart is that sleeps on my palm.
I’m like the Sun drowned in his own tears.

The bottom gives handfuls of visions and shears
My rays and obscure Life’s seine.
I lie under nobody’s reign.
I’m like the Sun drowned in his own tears.

by Karina Lakeyeva

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