Czar Sahary                                                 

 

O, złociste, saharyjskie piaski,                                                                                                                       

 

Słońca dotykiem rozgrzane,                                                                                                 

 

Niemal roztopione…                                                                                                                                           

 

Karawaną  wielbłądów  zdeptane,                                                                                                                                                        

 

I potem Beduinów zroszone.                                                                                                                                                                               

 

 

A gdy noc nad wami szafiry rozepnie,                                                                                                                                                       

 

 

I gwiazdami sypnie,                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

 

 

- Wówczas – chłód do was coś szepnie,                                                                                                                                                        

 

 

I gdzie niegdzie – kaktus – rozkwitnie,                                                                                                                                                                                  

 

 

Wtedy przypominacie sen we śnie,                                                                                                                                                                                                        

 

 

Co jest bez dotyku i niewiadomo gdzie.                                                                                                                                                                                 

 

Lecz o brzasku znów oślepiający blask,                                                                                                                                                                    

 

I przerażający żar…                                                                                                                                         

 

Ale nade wszystko znów widoczny,                                                                                                                           

 

- Wasz – oszałamiający czar.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I. Iwańska                                                                                                                                 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Warszawa   2016-05-13