cold, star-filled nights purify my soul
they leech the tormenting refrain
unburdened for the moment
i softly sing.
i turn wide-eyed to face the blurring lights…
though they may be forever gone
never to return.
but even in their absence we remain
the dust-formed remnants of their former glory!
taken, but never gone
soaring just inches above the ground
i will live and i will be…
far from this place, that i call home
i will dream of the sun in the shadows
down by the river i will roam
but for now i stand here,
in orbit
my body around my soul!
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/19/11 (ode to Saturday forgotten 12/17/11)
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