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we are floating on fiery seas

in search of those lonely ice-thrown shores

for we know what lies beneath the tufted snow

there are dreams that rest in the buried ground

and little green whispers that filter through

like strands of living grass that kiss the sky

what soft, warm light will come

when homes and hearts find this willing space

so spin your praying wheels

and carry your colored flags to mountains on high

travel to the ends of the earth

searching for that tender resting place

and when that wondrous day comes

when water and light form such perfect shadows

you will be there in the darkness

that lovely hour known

watching coals that barely glow

and when the sun comes to rising

you will step out from the door

gazing at the distance

on this land you call your own

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 1/22/14