Autumn's Rushing(A Cleave)
Let the wind blow you past these shops,
keep going! You don't have time!
Let the reds and oranges guide you. You have time.
Persian beauty salon? Henna?! Why not?!
Carefully open the door. Warmth welcomes you;
come sit down, take your coat off, relax,
rest your weary hands, your eyebrows now waxed--
lay your hands upon the glass, look at your beautiful face:
carefully drawing on your hands, highlight your glow.
The paste is cold. The floral design so beautiful,
as she carefully draws along your pale skin,
the blackness will turn into a crimson, like fire--
she finishes the flowers and smile: a symphony or wedding?
You coo , the intricacies, like royalty listening to music,
let the wind dry your hands and let your beauty shine.
Basslines and sopranos dance around my head,
march triumphantly into my ears;
the fierce organist at the keys has led
basslines and sopranos dance around my head.
Now the choir joins suit, their emotions bled,
together the musicians work in harmony, wash away fear--
basslines and sopranos dance around my head,
march valiantly until the end in my ears.