Gaze upon the world
Jean-Joseph Benjamin Constant (1845-1902)
Le soir sur les terrasses (Maroc) / Evening on the Terrace (Morocco)
Gaze upon the world
silk in our hair, gold around our feet
the setting sun clothes our bodies
clouds paint the sky in streaks
sister, why do you say we have nothing?
all the sights we see is ours for the evening
sit no kings and queens
on the terrace where air is crisp
the miner’s daughter
shares in this reverie
she too, has rugs and embroidery
woven with budding dreams
speak, what else do we need
but a wall to gaze from
a fresh place to gather upon
on sandstone we breathe in Dawn and Dusk
Her sweet ascent
His gilded descent
and we below hold our heads high
the horizon is nigh
yet
the orange tree of abundance
is both earth and sky
as we are, rich in wonder and life
sunset weaves through our hair
wraps us in copper and glow
sister, this view is sincere
all above is also below
We are sun
world
sand-coloured veil
fluttering through the haze of
our singular golden hour