Sometime,
Maybe not from this place,
Someone
of no defined race,
May surely show up.
And speak with my mouth,
and then
Compose a song of faith,
That shimmers like dreams
In the limpid blue eyes
of a smiling child?
Someone
Who speaks with my mouth
of cracked pomegranates,
as the green rain
Cries with my eyes and
rejoices at sunrise?
Come what may?
Even under the heel of gray steel?
Someone with my hands
Will offer Bread?Blue Bread
And Green Wine?
Someone
will emit a song of rain
from my own chest.
Someone, sometime?

Varand
Translated by Tatul Sonentz