“inspiration”

you have to fight for the yard-long miles

like the wind in the cross-long fallows

alight with the fire of folded magic

tendering your sweet resignations

like fingerprints that smudge a cloudless sky

for we are the lost ones weary

come from an ocean of stolen devotions

circling and diving we pray

the melting wax of vintage candles

forming a sidewalk, nighttime display

they tell a sweet secret story

born in the june of the day

paid for like the rhymes of an hour

in this spreading motion at play

but there will always be something

breathless and lost in the wanting

it is found in the heart as it matters

a little whisper that swallows

and when it comes up for air

from the pillowed window frame seat

it will look to capture the moment

proud of the bounty

that lays at your feet

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 6/19/12

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