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Sep
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words are scattering through a prism
forming colors in the fall air
they bound from lip to ear
cascading down to form glistening pools
soon to be frosted over
trapped and waiting for release
couples are strolling arm in arm
creating patterns in the waning day
they step from house and home
forming lines of chaotic display
soon to be dusty and forgotten
saddened by the coming storm
why come the thoughts of night
intruding with sheer delight
over folds and fires
gleaming in the backyard distant
how come the tears that stream
driven down cheekbones curving
over eyes and lashes
dry now in the salty burn
these little questions run
like deer in the morning meadows
they hide among the splintering grass
alone in the middling heart
tearing at the fabric of civilization
buried deep in the mounding soul
and sometimes comes a woman
a vision sharp as sight
with a voice that sounds of angels
when they cry alone at night
they sing and shine like starlight
bolting arrows with quivering might
and when they reach their target
a piercing so divine
we find that we are no longer strangers
simply born of different times
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 9/19/12
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17
Aug
Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: age, ages, arduous, arms, become, beyond, blog, breathe, breathing, burn, burning, come, compare, constellations, content, creature, creatures, crushed, dance, dancing, dawn, distance, distant, door, doors, doorways, down, dream, dreams, drive, driven, driving, dust, dusty, emptry, fall, falling, feet, fire, flowers, full, gather, gathering, glance, glancing, glow, golden, grow, hang, hanging, hear, hearing, hours, innocence, join, journey, journeys, lemon, lemons, lips, little, low, lungs, making, meadow, memories, memory, never, new, ocean, one, plucked, poem, poems, poet, poetry, poetry blog, poets, pollen, ponder, ponderous, red, regain, return, road, roads, scatter, scent, scorn, search, searching, sense, sensual, sensuous, skin, small, smell, softly, soul, sound, soundless, speak, splendor, sting, strange, stripped, sweeping, sweet, taste, tasting, things, time, touch, trail, trails, travel, wait, waiting, waking, way, wind, woods, wr, writer, writing, yearning. Leave a comment
all the dust
like little dream makers
softly falling on your skin
you breathe them in
a lung full of memories
yearning in low sweeping passes
touched by the splendor
what arduous journeys now press upon your soul
you search the empty trail
hearing foot falls in the distance glow
the scent of the gathering grows
content now in what you sense
your small feet catching pollen
stripped from the crushed meadow flowers
for this way have you come
never to return the waking hours
never to become the ponderous one
falling from the scorn of golden ages
appearing in doorways
hanging on the arms of innocence
you that travel on sensuous roads
waiting for the tasting of something new
something beyond compare
like sweet lemons plucked from a constellation
stinging red lips
a burning ocean of wind
driven by the soundless fire
making your way
down through the woods
full of strange creatures glancing
you speak to them
you join them
and now you are dancing
so let them partake
of your dreams small and dusty
for when the dawn comes
all things will scatter
and you must regain the trail
and the searching
for this is what matters!
Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/17/12
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