when candied stars shine jewel-like in the rising distance
hearts murmur and grow
the shifting and slowing of emotions come fierce
as the weight of the closing approach moves forth
in the distance songs ring out
and the wood fire graces the sky with its smoky trail
all along the trail, flowers dance in the valley wind
while train whistle melodies echo in the caverns beneath
we have come to this place
to stand among the rock and sand
bodies squeezing tight through the hour glass
searching for the cool breath of spring
you have known this place
and walked its miles
running your hands along the sheer face
i have seen this place
in the grip of a maddening storm
wet with the milk of clouds
chilled by the iron ring
and in the birth of days
the comfort of repetition will strengthen our longing
for we are the meaning behind the tale
and the strong dusty taste on waiting lips
we will strike out again
amongst the tall grass and painful whispers
and in this striking we shall burn
the fire of longing buried deep beneath our tender souls
and when the season dreams us well
we will cloak ourselves in mystery
and drift smartly away
for in the act of disappearing
at home we find ourselves
wrapped in the bitter longing
and waiting for the lust of rain
Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 5/8/12
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