Radovan Pavlovski - Iron river

Let me sit down and get my breath on this sun baked crest
Let me dig up ancient gold and clothed
ln royal raiment of ancient times let me appear and call out
Let me bring down the moon on to the earth
And find her kisses and her progeny
All this only on the road to the River where
Dropping in from the Universe she meets me again
ln the warmth of first words and ripe blackberries
Among the little girls and the streams of the River
On the stone cast by God here on the threshold
Let me tread
Let me cross myself
And in а dream let me find - the Sun
Тhat constant thing
Тhat И look at
And that looks at me.