Once upon a dream, a stream of senses surges in my bone
If possessed by you, your rigid voice of irrational lore
I begin with a call, the building of a temple filled
You come into the laughing light of my site, childlike
Then one day, your eye plucks fictions from the fruited
When I live the dance of relationship, I see life pregnant
Confronting my shadow was an apprentice-piece;
When I seek the answer to my question, I have a dream
We leave the home of our roots for a better weave and you heave
We come out of our adventure exhausted, yet satisfied. We
We eye the landscape and sigh,
I teach you a late mode of meditation,
You become an alchemist, turning grudging grapes
And only then, when you stand subdued in the serenity of my domain,
2008
I feel a danger, a stranger chasing me in a forest unknown.
I waken and know it is you, my spirit, inner man
imprinted in my soul.
becomes the law of my world. Thus knowing you and taming
your bentsis the key to my wholeness.
with my verve, a wish for your presence.
and whimsical, playing treasure hunt games, brightening
soft grass of my mind’s meadow with your silver glow.
Panting for the pearls of your heart-shaped find,
you promise to give me your ears over years.
Tree of Life, and on the stem of your body my imagination
blossoms. I lay behind you, whispering, painting a splendid canvas
of the world. You give me a lone cherry without a stone out
of the unknown, I fall head over heels in love
with someone looking fun like you.
with promise and boundless potential, only to turn breathless and blue,
noting the man I loved was only you, yes he was you.
is confronting you a masterpiece?
of transformation; I see you as a panther, tamed by my new wisdom.
me into taking chances, diving into sea of romances
and swimming across the waves of trances.
dry ourselves in the sun and I look at you. A melange of my father’s
abstracts, my brothers’ adventures, my teachers’ poise.
as we can’t bring back forest trees under attack
from loggers who don’t care jack.
You seize the silence of the birds and offer it to me
for the funeral of the forest.
a Gaia form of yoga, and help you be an Ecotopian,
a green steward of Mother-Earth.
into sweet wassail wine; your hands point to the conference
of the birds and complexities of the moon beyond logic and lust.
You are thus a wise man hunched over the Book of Death.
that my kisses bring again, bring again, seals of love,
not in vain, not in vain.
, Azadeh Azad
