Posts Tagged ‘cheeks’

when comes summer?

cars on the water

swimming in a glass

half-full of morning laughter

and the tire-irons rusting

like restless creatures

tall in the grass and singing

like wands in the woodshop carving

and crowns that lay alone sleeping

they wait for spirits and the leaving

while the boats on land are steaming

there they search for the horizon bleeding

orange and gold and glistening

we are the shadows that grow in that distance

and the mighty clouds that weep

we are the static in the air

and the hearts that swell and swoon

we sweat and sway

our cheeks they gently brush

for we are the pollen and the nectar

our sweet confections crafted

of angels, food and cake

and when we speak of visions

in the straining hour of dawn

we think upon the hillside

looking down over the hills and farms

and we know of the children waking

and the bliss of beds and homes

we think then of the warming

when comes the sun this morning?

a disc alive and bright

we move swiftly through the acres

through the channels carved in stone

wishing only for this moment

one more summer here alone…

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 3/3/13

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“brothers cry”

toes in the ether

born in the distance

of the breathing deeper

feathers falling through the embers burning

resting in the pillowed leaves

dreams like smoke carried through the trees

here amongst the sadness of the turning

where brothers cry amidst the darkness

alone

far from this side of the yearning

tears caressing cheeks so warmly

arms reaching through the dusty starlight

to clutch the mighty hands that hold you tight

sugary-eyed sparkling mists

coupled in the candy apple wishes

knees bent low

face down to brush the frosty ground

calm now in demeanor

you whisper across the universe

and waiting for the echo

it returns to you in lifetimes

in a world

different from the one that you called home

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 11/30/12

“the little things”

little drops of honest smoke

pitter patter the chalky sidewalk

and little words

like whispy voices

shatter the calm

thoughts melt like buttercream

on frosted eye lashes shimmering

and little tears

like downy streams

run ever softly

from hills and narrows

green with english rain

soft cheeks brush

outside beyond the calling

and little tones

make little noises

that stretch beyond the horizon

and so remember…

when there is nothing

shadows glow in amber darkness

like beautiful secrets born

they climb aloft

like silly sparrows

and then they’re gone

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/13/12

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