draft of the prophet

For a hundred years as a draft of the Prophet
Cool. Still lush day over the Ganges
Everything is also restless, shallow
Desert's asleep. Still a dark angel
Wandering between rooftops. All so same know
Singed Sugar, Kalahari,
A little less Negev. And in front of me
Definitely a Mirage above the grayish fumes
Feuds and fires rushing
Before minibuses and trains,
Like a smoky turtledove, page
Passed over the mountain ranges
A silent cloud. And gradually
I distinguish the lines: "I you.".. Well ...
Loving chief ray Homer. Walls
On the shoulders of a silently raised the road
To distant settlements. Blink
In the rustling of the vineyard lights,
The world in silence the ghosts walk
"Love more"... Evil day
As the sea washed, and the strong salt
Sprinkled. So true - may God bless you
Do not submit to fears and slander
And every night silently on the threshold
To step, back.