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california calls me

like a hot summer winded flame

burning in the nearing draw

what a host of cool mounting feelings

and sweet warm memories

there in the misty mountains

on the afternoon of trails

winding through kaleidoscope hills

with little green whispers tickling my ear

small fast cars

and dreamy smoke filled canyons

mothers sisters daughters

lovely brides

in marshmallow white dresses

hot dusty vineyards burning

in a storm of dry white-air kisses

laughter and tears

and long drives from the city

a mind full of ideas

dreams breathing

sorrowful eyes sweating

all these things come and go

they have been

and will forever be

a fabric woven deep

in the heart of circumstance

and when the wheels touch down

and when the fog of flight grows dim

we will emerge from this ark of travel

to embrace the ones we love

with cheeks and kisses

hearts and flutters

a week to spend

made of days and evenings

wondering with delight

never wanting to know of leaving

nor of sadness

nor of night

for we have come from far flung places

and known these ways before

they are locked up in secret spaces

like a river flowing sound

and as we dive to the depths of wonder

with laughter at our side

once more we will be together

under stars that throb and bind

with nothing left but forever

these sweet simple moments alive

oh how we share each other

in these moments of passing time

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/2/12