An Andalusian Dream
Over the sultry seas and snowy peaks, A rich and glowing sun appears, Creeping from out the craggy recesses And pouring through the valley glades.
The pomegranate groves are bathed in light
As they prepare their rubies sweet —
Meanwhile, afternoon rays descend into
The gentle streams and placid pools.
As creatures frolic on the verdant fields, Larks warble in the rustling trees; Above the valley cataracts descend Into clear meandering streams.
As I lie gazing deep within the shade Of a young pomegranate tree, Each sight reminds me of my fairest dreams — Dreams from which I must soon awake.
David is a translator, poet and linguist based in Montreal.