Archive for August, 2017

“the same infinite sky”

colors fade like arches settled in roman dust

water drips from the old copper-green faucet

all the while… our diesel fed sunflowers grow

their faces splintered by hungry pollinators

round as the sun in their creamy, yellow brightness


they were but a strange, enchanting sight

dressed in fastidious rows

a gorgeous bowtie on the edge of this world


the bicycles were racked and rusted

locked and resting

waiting to be unleashed

their pedals just astride

perhaps in just a moment

a glorious, professorial ambassador shall arrive


but just down the steps

she waited…

like the text of an ancient manuscript

her thoughts hidden deep inside


oh how she provokes me

her yellow dress, her lovely stride

just like summer come early

a dreamy june-bug bride


i think that i shall catch her

and save her light in a jar inside

by my bedside i will keep her

she will permeate my dreams

as she sleeps so nearly by


such is my flight of fancy

like writing in the sky


and one day i will find her

on a sidewalk passing by

together we will walk as strangers

two separate lights

born of the same infinite sky


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/10/17


“over the river”

over the river

and through the woods

straight into your heart

is where i’ll go


through the mountains

and over the seas

straight into your arms

is where i’ll flow


all the tears

that i have cried

all wash away

when i’m by your side

so hold me in

your loving arms

until we’re old

and dead

and gone


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/9/17

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