22 Feb
pollen lingers in the air
like the dust of angels
resting on a field of forgotten numbers
born of long division remainders
in a tomb of winter bells
no longer sounding
we are far from frosted white beaches
far from the capes and coves that shelter
here is where the voices mingle
in the windless halls and old theatres
just outside the walls of braided grass
green with envy
alone in the darkest wood
and breathing…
just breathing
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 2/22/13
2 Aug
“beauty”
what is it about beauty?
the way she curls up so tightly ‘round your heart
all the pressure of the mighty universe
wound fist-tight
like a ball of string
as of yet unmet by needle
untouched by soft hands
she is an angel purring at your doorstep
and all the yards of european lace
all the flowers in spring
her equal they are not
for she is the taste of sweetness
on loving lips so warm
she brings about the yearning
in your dreams before the dawn
casting out the darkness
no mirror to unworthy forms
her movement strikes at elegance
words beyond compare
yellow daisy waterfalls
taking a distant second place
she is the wind and song
the gentle ocean spray
the beaming light of towers
in the ancient city squares
oh how you thought you knew her
she is gone now from your sight
she filters through the ages
filling darkness with her light
and if you want her back
you must speak these words tonight
come back to me sweet beauty
for i am nothing when you’re gone
you have left an empty void
and in the stillness i await
to see the casting of your shadow
on my pillow bedside warm
and even should i die
before your form it does return
i will long for you in lifetimes
not just this one
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/2/12
8 May
when candied stars shine jewel-like in the rising distance
hearts murmur and grow
the shifting and slowing of emotions come fierce
as the weight of the closing approach moves forth
in the distance songs ring out
and the wood fire graces the sky with its smoky trail
all along the trail, flowers dance in the valley wind
while train whistle melodies echo in the caverns beneath
we have come to this place
to stand among the rock and sand
bodies squeezing tight through the hour glass
searching for the cool breath of spring
you have known this place
and walked its miles
running your hands along the sheer face
i have seen this place
in the grip of a maddening storm
wet with the milk of clouds
chilled by the iron ring
and in the birth of days
the comfort of repetition will strengthen our longing
for we are the meaning behind the tale
and the strong dusty taste on waiting lips
we will strike out again
amongst the tall grass and painful whispers
and in this striking we shall burn
the fire of longing buried deep beneath our tender souls
and when the season dreams us well
we will cloak ourselves in mystery
and drift smartly away
for in the act of disappearing
at home we find ourselves
wrapped in the bitter longing
and waiting for the lust of rain
Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 5/8/12
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