“forever lost”

i wonder what the sounds of time have seen

as they crawled over ridge tops

down towards those ravines

 

like orchards they have sprung

and from their branches came leaves

such a fruitful mystique

 

a harpsichord drama

a baroque woman’s dream

 

they were dressed in the harshness

that of storms, that of steam

 

but now they are gone

like bees from a hive

for i only see the shadows

of their honey-whispered teams

 

a metronome, i must now become

the keeper of time

a brush on the drum

 

i will call from this window

over mountains and miles

 

i will tear down those walls

and reveal those sweet smiles

 

for i am the sound

and the sights i have seen

i am the one that wanders

forever lost,

in this dream…

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari

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