Posts Tagged ‘wishes’

“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

“brothers cry”

toes in the ether

born in the distance

of the breathing deeper

feathers falling through the embers burning

resting in the pillowed leaves

dreams like smoke carried through the trees

here amongst the sadness of the turning

where brothers cry amidst the darkness

alone

far from this side of the yearning

tears caressing cheeks so warmly

arms reaching through the dusty starlight

to clutch the mighty hands that hold you tight

sugary-eyed sparkling mists

coupled in the candy apple wishes

knees bent low

face down to brush the frosty ground

calm now in demeanor

you whisper across the universe

and waiting for the echo

it returns to you in lifetimes

in a world

different from the one that you called home

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 11/30/12

“mornings”

cold trains

viewed from the breakfast window

they slide by

fluttering like old nitrate film

burning gardens in their passing

stirring up dust

trapped in a gleaming shaft of sunlight

it is what we see

only the edge of enlightenment

only the lonely fragments of truth

captured like so many wishes

in a bottle

set out to sea

and the lines of clothing

set out to dry

they are ghosts in the arbor

sugar plum fairies in the wood

and summer girls

in their summer dresses

taking strolls on the glittering pavement

while the acacia smiles

and black eyed susan

she gives a knowing wink

back now

to the eyes of morning

sifting through the newsprint

flour spinning off the rolling pin

pressing out scones in the old clay oven

a character belting out lines from the summer stage

soon blankets will lay like carpet

suffocating the manicured lawn

and we will come from our homes

and from our cool ash hearths

for the season so invites

the atmosphere filled with dashing attire

bowties and stocking feet abound

they settle in

for the long night is coming

and with the strumming

the celestial heart dips slowly out of sight 

calming the little ones

it marks the ending of the day

for when this chapter closes

with lovers pulling tight

we will seek a new beginning

in the morning sunday light

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/2/12

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