even in sadness
there are tart little beauties.
they calm me and entice me
like sweet fragrant coffee in the morning.
these are the candied moments that i must seek out,
those that leave a lingering sweetness on the tongue.
i must be a happy and joyful being
even when the clouds of time litter my path
with the bitter sweat of days gone by.
and so i walk on gilded stairs
through glistening hallways,
sensing the music of opportunity,
a pale yellow symphony in the distance.
the winds of time are beautiful
even as they sound out on tree-hung chimes
even as the leaf-less trees form a dancing troupe
that welcomes me home.
i must see the little paths diverging.
i must try them all.
they form the way of the undiscovered country
and land us on soft alpine meadows
among the towering wonder of ancient spires.
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/23/12
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