in the deep night,
in the dark night,
surrounded by faces unknown.
truly, it is coldest before the dawn!
but day brings forth no certain promise,
a coldness in the bones that cannot be reached…
i shutter beneath the guilted darkness
the iron wrought of pain
and in the weeping sadness
i find myself still dreaming,
still dreaming again!
and if there is a cleansing wind?
that blows above the earthen sky
let it find a way,
into my shuttering heart
for here i need you now
or in pieces, fall apart…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/22/11 (Tuesday’s eulogy 12/20/11)
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