My Blue-Eyed Poet Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

MY BLUE-EYED POET
Do sketch my voyage, my blue-eyed poet!
Do sing my mirage in the autumn rain!
I can still hear the autumn's sonnet.
I seem to have packed my travelling bag.
The ship in my mirage is ready to sail.
I am still jealous of the flocks' free paths.
My mirage floats in my autumn days.
Do sing my voyage, my blue-eyed poet!
The autumn melody is a slow dance.
The rustling leaves are calling my name.
Do sing my voyage in the autumn rain!
The autumn's palette still paints my ways.