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all the dust
like little dream makers
softly falling on your skin
you breathe them in
a lung full of memories
yearning in low sweeping passes
touched by the splendor
what arduous journeys now press upon your soul
you search the empty trail
hearing foot falls in the distance glow
the scent of the gathering grows
content now in what you sense
your small feet catching pollen
stripped from the crushed meadow flowers
for this way have you come
never to return the waking hours
never to become the ponderous one
falling from the scorn of golden ages
appearing in doorways
hanging on the arms of innocence
you that travel on sensuous roads
waiting for the tasting of something new
something beyond compare
like sweet lemons plucked from a constellation
stinging red lips
a burning ocean of wind
driven by the soundless fire
making your way
down through the woods
full of strange creatures glancing
you speak to them
you join them
and now you are dancing
so let them partake
of your dreams small and dusty
for when the dawn comes
all things will scatter
and you must regain the trail
and the searching
for this is what matters!
Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 8/17/12
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Posted by jasonstaroftheeast in Uncategorized. Tagged: ages, ancient, angel, ball, beauty, bedside, city, curls, daisy, darkness, dawn, distant, doorstep, dreams, elegance, empty, european, filters, flowers, form, gone, hands, heart, her, lace, lifetime, light, lips, longing, love, loving, mirror, movement, needle, nothing, ocean, pillow, place, poem, poems, poet, poetry, pressure, purring, return, shadow, sight, soft, song, speak, spring, squares, stillness, strike, string, sweet, sweetness, taste, tonight, towers, universi, unworthy, void, want, warm, waterfalls, wind, words, wound, yearning, yellow. 2 comments
“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
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