Posts Tagged ‘love’

“the same infinite sky”

colors fade like arches settled in roman dust

water drips from the old copper-green faucet

all the while… our diesel fed sunflowers grow

their faces splintered by hungry pollinators

round as the sun in their creamy, yellow brightness


they were but a strange, enchanting sight

dressed in fastidious rows

a gorgeous bowtie on the edge of this world


the bicycles were racked and rusted

locked and resting

waiting to be unleashed

their pedals just astride

perhaps in just a moment

a glorious, professorial ambassador shall arrive


but just down the steps

she waited…

like the text of an ancient manuscript

her thoughts hidden deep inside


oh how she provokes me

her yellow dress, her lovely stride

just like summer come early

a dreamy june-bug bride


i think that i shall catch her

and save her light in a jar inside

by my bedside i will keep her

she will permeate my dreams

as she sleeps so nearly by


such is my flight of fancy

like writing in the sky


and one day i will find her

on a sidewalk passing by

together we will walk as strangers

two separate lights

born of the same infinite sky


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/10/17


“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

“the dreaming swell”

she has come to me

like a swell of autumnal golden wind

her immense energies run wild through my hair

my sunglassed watery eyes are singing

the scratch and rustle of her myriad refuse

it litters my pathway like a dream cut from a yellowish brown world

and i am stillness in her path

my mindful steps so quietly touch the firmament

i drink the enormity of this boundless energy

and wonder over the former parts of myself

now cast among the stars of a different reality

how now do they mingle?

what sly and clever forms have they taken?

are they the birds that sang to me when I was lost?

are they the clouds that kept the morning sun at bay?

perhaps i should just never know…

and why shall i lament?

for i am the bird that sings upon this morning

and in the evening, the clouds will i become

i will shade you from such burdens

giving flight to lost horizons

and when that kiss of wind

it comes again in spring

my lips will be unfrozen

having awakened from this dream

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari  11/12/15

“just the smallest taste of air”

the fires burn in differing forms

onto the lips of mouths

the madeleines are warm

cigar box guitars are singing

whilst the lines are forming

and all those gentle butterfly windstorms are coming

the red eyed tides are rising

our mirrors indicate a reflection shining

and slowly, ever so slowly, we breathe…

just the smallest taste of air

born from the foamy essence of wishes

a collaboration in this hour of tenderness

four arms wrapped and visionless

and so shall we see

for as it was, and may never be

sliding from shore to shore

like so many suns arising

their shores so forlornly salted

but i am still wishing

and while these wishes i have

they come indifferent and torn

there is but one thing in common

in the sight of love they were born

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 9/30/14

“beyond the whisping clouds”

swollen hearts tumble in the old fashioned way

they are consumed by the fires of eternity


but this is a day of reprieves

the plumes of early summer heat have momentarily abated

and in this sweetened break of time

cool fragrant breezes run like softened pebbles under your feet

the grasses seem to live and breathe

birds tell stories from their twiggy homes

and for the first time

you understand the yarns they weave


oh how i wonder

just what this night will bring

shall it be this day’s cool cousin

dressed in faded blues


will fires work the sky

above our silken flags


will the moon be cut just right

beyond the whisping clouds


why all these things i ask of you

they somewhat matter not

for what i wish to know is grandeur

your face in the waning light

and perhaps a kiss between us

before you take your starry flight


-Jason Cyrus Aktharekhavari 7/2/14

“new year’s”

those that lived before us

they were born of dust

scraped from high chilean peaks

warmed by the temple sun

and washed by the mountain ice

they spoke in prayers

carried by the wind for a thousand years

and from their souls came wisdom

brilliant-white and pure


how has this history found us

like a dark coffee fog swelling in the distance

waiting in the stillness

for such a time that finds us all

wasted in our revelry

just so many hours far removed

here among the quickening lights


what lies behind those ancient eyes

those flecks of circled glass

piercing stony hearts

our deepest wishes known


and in those new year’s old

when love was soft and warm

did they dream of us in our future

i think not so much perhaps

rather do i imagine

when the moon rang out at midnight

they pulled close the one’s they cherished

and held them breathless-tight


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/31/13


sadness comes like a swollen stream

buried in your bones

well-worn and woven

imbedded in your very soul

like elements scattered in the dust of coal

and those shadows that flash

just behind the bedroom changing screens

they are but pencil sketches

cold in the dark of  winter’s night


oh how you come for me

with sugared words and salty skin

for i am tangled in your twisted fire

and in all your barbs and all your wires

they run through me

so soft and so violent


and you are there

just beyond the clouds of white

my every move so simply measured

scaled to the inch and to the mile

your clutching hands growing ever nearer

i can almost feel your touch


and so when you have me

in your dark and dreary ways

will you at least love me?

or will you simply turn

and slowly walk away…


-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/12/13

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