A Saturday Dawn

The dawn that is suffocated in dust of the roads and in the smokes of vehicles, is slowly descending in the nearby park. She is fresh fresh like a virgin. Gates are locked but she is a visitor from the blue skies, who can stop her to go to the flowers? She will kiss the greenery she will kiss the colors after inhaling mustard gas for five days she will inhale aromatic breath outs of roses and jasmines. From hairs to the feet She will kiss all that is beautiful in the park She will listen to the chirping birds clearly, She knows the meaning of colors hidden in the soft petals She can read soft messages spreading as aroma She will steal something for all her five senses. Sad for the morning star who had been crying whole night his tears still appear on the leaves and the petals, but he is destined only a glimpse of the nudist show! She knows the naughty sun is ready with his flash lights. But she doesn't know a man holding the grills of the park with two lenses is peeping in and recording on his heart the views and voices of an ecstatic dawn when the dawn starts singing, dancing and striping. throwing all its dressings and truly becoming a daughter of the blind nature. The man can record anything on his heart. He is a man and he has something nameless in him! When the sun throws its flash lights and exposes her parts one by one the innocent and naughty virgin dives in the pools of the park and disappears. It happens only in the Saturday dawns, When only a man is awakened and machines of the polluted city are at rest. Machines are at all not interested in nature's pornography. Here is the man, replaying and watching the precious video recorded in his heart As long as he can record beauty in his heart he will remain a poet. A beautiful heart, not so handsome and too old, still good enough for love, how cute and naughty he is, the old man is a youth once again. and I know, tonight when the machines will be drinking and dancing in artificial lights he will be alone in the park. This crazy youth will hide himself behind tall trees and when the gates of the park are locked he will dive in the pool looking the dawn reshaped as a mermaid. The moon will smile and the stars will decide to lift him up on the milky ways otherwise this naughty man will do something wrong in the pool. I wonder he is still a man not yet a machine!