the divine voice roams the sanctuary of time.
the buttery flow of words astound.
even to hear but an accounting of such things is golden.
and the shine!
and the taste of wild berries on the hillside
are the little daisy clues we must not dismiss.
for it comes in the wonder-eyed glance of a child,
winding the astonishment of strings around us.
crystal orbs refract and dissipate the warmth.
silent pictures flow like smoke in the morning.
lawns and homes are smooth glass tidings,
they bear out the human condition.
they radiate the cycle of man.
gone will be the days of war and shame!
gone must be the absurd tragedy we have staged.
for we are one!
and ever shall be one.
a single soul, eternal…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/18/12
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Posted by Lisa Akhtarekhavari on January 18, 2012 at 8:47 pm
I really liked this poem. I am so proud of your creativity.