The naval of the world sends forth
its spirit, the sun, descending
into the depths of Ararat, searching
for the lost city of Noah ,
covered up by the branches of Eden .
Adam isn't saying a word and Eve has her eye on
red delicious.

The strength of a forked tongue wraps around their
paralyzed bodies naked and cold
hiding from the voice of God.

I see sun shadows beneath the rippling
dreams of Lake Sevan cold blue tears falling down
a garment of white light.

Eden cries for her children, the
unknown children that dance in fields of cognac and gold.
I hear them laugh and play
within the heavenly crevices of echoing snow
and yellow skies.