Posts Tagged ‘hearts’

“over the river”

over the river

and through the woods

straight into your heart

is where i’ll go


through the mountains

and over the seas

straight into your arms

is where i’ll flow


all the tears

that i have cried

all wash away

when i’m by your side

so hold me in

your loving arms

until we’re old

and dead

and gone


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/9/17


“tiny home”

we were born of the antique and ancient forms

our stories woven from the fabric of our dyed and twisted yarns

like the wreckage of so many voyages lost and long

those travelers floating over poles

our souls on the battlefields mourned

we are assembled from the glass of mirrors that have passed

from the love of our mothers and our fathers dead and gone

in the comfort of our rituals we are dressed in softly stolen silks

and we think upon those travelers

those many bridges they have crossed

we wonder how their flags are planted

where the mountains meet the sky

and now we live as strangers

our families just so splintered

we are driven and we are torn

the swollen weight of our possessions

the magnificent size of our earthly homes

but what we need is tiny

it fits inside our hearts

a formation of the soul

it cannot be found in store fronts

or in those luminous shopping malls

it lives just near the fire

and in your child’s warm embrace

sometimes driving madly

but always in the end

our only true possession

perhaps a wife or son or daughter

it may just be a lover or a dream that never ends

and perhaps…

even just a friend

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/10/14


she is waiting at your doorway
with all the colors in her hair
and all her bracelets tangled
taking steps
ever so slightly forward
dizzy in the rarified air
two little creatures bracing
unsteadied by the cobbles and stones
what wild nights await you
here in the lights and the snow
daydreaming like daisies
without petals
in the early spring glow
seeking out the smallest of ironies
tuned like a bow
drawn across the strings of your heart
in a swift, radiating glance
eyes like lenses of rapture
invested in a world without features
a cold and whisper-less expanse
known only to lovers
alone on their islands
dreaming in time that drifts like the sand
moving together like water
as tiny drops that glisten and burst
lost forever in the darkness
in the strangeness of this verse
and when you remember
how she saw you that night
on the steps
in the starlight
you will make her a promise
cool, solemn and sincere
that you shall always be together
in the depths of the far
for love’s weighted anchor
is buried deep in your breast
like a song surviving centuries
filled with words true and simple
and of limitless tone
a life lived together
whether in sweetness or bitter
will always be greater
than a life lived alone

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 3/25/13

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

“the one”

what is the art of sadness?

of cold hearts

on cold beds

dark oceans apart

alone in the lingering

in the dancing shafts of light

crossing borders and boundaries

stolen from our sight

think of these short whispers

of warm hands touching

outside the yearning

without conventions

in fields far crossed

green with envy

like soft homes

born of the narrows

ordered and right

and the laughing

the lying

the breathlessness



holding on to this


it’s always

the emptiness

and when her eyes were watching me

the sadness

for you are the only

the only

the one


Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/16/12


on heads on hearts

on beds


in the death

are the catacombs

and the dark

where spirits lay

to find your soul

your mate

to be taken

from this place

on chests

resting softly

hands touching

so far apart

and knowing

the ways of differing arts

on mending

your days

a pillar of soft dust

in a thrilling display

to capture

and corner

and savor her ways

from lust

and longing

the fragile one fraying

on knees

and bended

before her touch

to wonder

not knowing

what there

lies beneath

a canopy of stars

to cradle and swoon

beneath her arms

clutching and bare

so it should be

on minds on matters

this feeling of freedom

in windows that shatter

and when that day comes

a vision in tatters

you will not be alone

but in the arms of strangers


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/8/12

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