come to the soft evening, in dappled light
come to the sound of quickening forces beyond your grasp
wait for the soothing rain…
browse the endless stacks,
turn loose the forgotten pages,
to the fire they must go!
for in the dying green spray…
you are still amongst the clouds
for in the coldest of hearts…
there is but much warmth
long for those pleasant days before
grasp for those shining breaths of exaltation.
soft water promises will not unbreak the sounding
they drink the life of sorrow
forever to remain
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhvari 12/12/11 (in memoriam for 12/11/11, the second day lost)
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