Roupen Sevag – An Ode to the Morning

An Ode to the Morning

A winter’s morning has melted the night.

As I dream of you from afar

You come to me, you sit close,

Our room is warm – hot tea awaits us.

The light frost disappears,

The light shines down on your body,

A gentle fog begins to form.

It searches, it longs, it trembles

for some sense of meaning.

Then, it disappears.

And you too disappear…

your shadow has crept away beyond my reach…

And a winter’s morning melts away the night.

The original Armenian version of the poem can be found here [.pdf format]

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