Posts Tagged ‘laugh’

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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“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

forever

always

holding on to this

forever

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

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