atram

Slowly
her body
sinks
in the soft cloud,
tint
from the sun rays.
And the splendid creature
gently closes
her thin eyelids,
abandoning
in a sweet sleep.
Even her fellows
let themselves go
to the soft torpor,
while
the beautiful sleeper
moves
in the heat of light,
that envelops
in a sweet embrace
her alabaster body,
born of
a wonderful dream,
and kissed endlessly
from the twilight sun.

"The Cloud" (C):Arthur Hacker