“the longing and the lust”

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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