Words by Sina
(copyright) ©
Child's Play - Beautiful Ache
For Pari-e man
Come Find Me
Above the corner stone of my dreams
the gentle breeze speaks,
attracts attention,
screams.
Shiraz dancing,
gardens invite me
shadows and streams entice me.
Will I find the atol of my dreams
that promised to await me
through marble doorways
above thirty three bridges of my birth
will your finger tips caress and want me.
The cooly river in the desert invites me
and the gardens of my eden withhold me.
Dreams of your skin enthrall,
your gentle and warm kisses enclose me.
Come find me
somewhere in time
in the labyrinth of my dreams
come find me.
Remedies
For the lips of silence,
a night of quiet rage.
For the arms of emptiness,
flowers of yellow and lavender.
For the hearts of desire,
love
For ever.
The Stages
The stages I peak into, Peak out of
like a cocoon waiting to be born once more.
Once more, I await for you
to find me in the crowd
of those who want to be found
by you.
The silken web, You weave, I unwind
And unwind;
It's been years meandering in the tangled path
of your maze.
Today
At last
has found me.
Wings of eyes,
Delicate,
Lavender,
Lavishly bejeweled
Making love
To the warm breeze of summer.
Impressions
Some destiny, to be
Lost in Time,
This apparent final refuge;
Time,
An undisturbed dimension of unexplained coexistence,
Where souls mingle just in passing.
HtwoO
Ocean breathes
Ocean breeze;
Ocean breeds.
Seems sterile,
Empty,
pure and cleansing,
like darkness,
like light,
like a love
sent from above.
I turn away,
and back again,
it seems alive,
like a jungle,
roaring,
full of life,
anger,
and calm.
And we,
walk,
on the outside
wishing,
jumping high,
floating in its twizone,
tempting life,
on its borders of daring,
searching,
dreaming,
yearning.
Tiny droplets of plenty.
Reflections of life, thundering...
Water,
washing,
connecting us
together,
to the other side.
Fourteen
Last night
was,
the night before....
lonely.
I am
and I am not
a fool
not a hero....
I have never been
your hero.
And you have possessed me
and you have never,
it seems,
needed me,
wanted,
cared...
for me...
No,
It was never your place...
I suppose.
Last night
was,
the night before,
and the one before that...
Memories keep me
emotions
speak me;
flow me,
and throw me.
And now,
you are at the end
of this year
and I fear
fifteen
will be another,
like last night
for me.
Thirteen
Days we have spent;
years that became
yours,
but mostly mine...
years that became
minutes,
I think sweet at times...
Thirteen;
sometimes seems fine
but not this time at all.
Lives have moved;
loves that seem to vanish
leaving such vacuum...
in my every fiber.
Lives have moved
so far away...
even when living
beside me...
And I am covered
with memories;
skin falling
lifeless;
your skin
that covers
me.
skin,
lifeless and cold
like the weightless snow;
Like love
that once lived,
and now heavy,
on my soul.
Where did it all go,
the love that I thought
would live
for ever,
not thirteen.
Fifteen
Quiet
Sigh,
Befriend the pain.
Has anyone seen the sun,
Now,
Some supposed it would
Shine
Through the rain.
Droplets
Pelting,
Gentle meadows
Have never been
So steep;
Guess I know,
Now,
True lessons
Are never cheap;
Sigh,
Quietly,
Whisper
A lie,
Face up
To the rain,
In the shackles
Of hope and religion,
Gently
Die.
The truth:
My angel,
The best.
Moon face,
Sweet,
Beautiful heart
Of mine.
Terra
Open wings soaring watchfully
The sun, the ocean breeze, squinting
Wisely balanced orb
Butterfly
Oh goodness gracious me
There's a butterfly in my tree
I am only an arm's reach away
It hasn't yet begun to flee.
Oh heavens from above
It has flown to a foxglove
I'll remain hot on its trail
It inflames my emotions of love.
Dressed in attire of velvet
Living a short life without regret
How much more beautiful can life be
In colours one can never forget.
Will you let me touch your wing
A touch worthy of a small sting
I'll stay in love with you for ever
I assure you my love is not a fling.
Oh alright fly out of reach in play
You fly here, there and away
But please come back soon my dear
I'll grow flowers for you to stay.
Reaching For You
Oh beloved,
I foolishly thought about you
When the rainbows of my trip
through the days of ages
passed me....
--slow
into darkened days.
Slow, like a ship
slipping away,
a ship
that left me inside the rain,
in an ocean of sorrow.
Might there be another thought
Inside the dreams expanding
Through time
Raging and rushing
As you sail by?
Jettisoned free birds flying
Over and over....
Obstacles insignificant, in perspective
Never getting in their way -- but for us!
Does a sentence never end
Off the beaten path
Of the road of no return?
Sunshine, my love, is setting, destined
To the ends of the earth...
Every day, you pass me by
To the end of my time.
Does my sentence ever end
As I wonder about some sin I can not recall!
Ravaged soul of mine reaching out to you
And I can not touch you
My beloved.
,
Have I paid my dues
An aching heart that will never
Mend, burning, yearning,
In the abyss of this
Never-ending love for you.
Dreams I Retrace
Inside my innocence and gentle grace
I kiss a dream of our tender embrace.
I wish for you in dreams and prayers
and take apart our needs in layers.
I follow my path to the shore
and melt in the kisses I adore.
And there you are
waiting for me.
But it's time again to be alone
and recall the sins we atone
Will you remember kissing the rain
and the needs that drove us insane.
I can see again we are waiting
in fragrance of anticipating,
I touch your love in our hiding place
and distant dreams I retrace.
But time has left our dreams in the past
and a love we thought would last
will tomorrow reveal a bond
as we circle our wishing pond
I can not say
If we'll ever stay.
But there you are
waiting for me.
There you are
aching for me.
Is there a chapter in our book
giving back the love we took
Is it too much to expect
from circumstances we both reject
To let us awaken from one more dream
as we reach to embrace a love supreme.
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I follow my path to the shore
and melt in the kisses I adore.
And there you are
waiting for me,
And there you are
aching for me.
And I trace my path
back to my dreams.
And there you are
waiting for me.
Insy-Binsy Spider
Oh Angel,
Your 'pider
and spider ....
insy binsy spider was yours
since time began...
That was
the Big Bang.
It wasn't itsy
and never bitsy,
Just something glitzy
a memory
that makes me smile.
your very complete
way of expression
your very beautiful
progression.
You made me smile,
You made me,
and, so,
I smile.
Your itsy-bitsy
was ritzy,
your cheeks
so blitsy
when the 'piders
ran up the spout again.
Memories,
So sweet,
even the spiders are smiling,
in the rain.
My Other Hero
In the warmth of memories and sun,
in the cool breeze of the rising moon,
there is another hero of mine,
that I love
whose hands and cheeks I kiss.
There is a hero that i reminisce
a loved one who I miss,
every hour of my wandering wakefulness.
A gentle giant of the ages
tender and warm.
Mortal,
A soul beautiful as love,
who in stories of times past
and moments to come,
remains immortal.
Quietly and confidently he speaks,
ubiquitous in my world,
Never disdain
his servant,
I remain;
my other hero,
my son.
A Day At The Cottage
The breeze
the wind
the sun
the shade
the chair
the swing.
The cat
the fly
a bark
a cry
the cloud
blue sky.
The lemonade
the beer
the butterflies
the leaves
the flowers
the bees.
I sense
you feel
I observe
you see
I lament
you smile
I cry
you laugh
I love
you leave
I clinch
you relax
I run
you sit
I possess
you give ???
I hold
you
you behold !!!
I see your face
you feel my skin !!!
I read your mind
you sigh to breath
I touch your hair
you touch my lips
I kiss your lips
you kiss my lips.
Oh, the sun feels good
when I'm in love
with you.
Sixteen
Spiraling again
I look to the shore,
your harbour light
dimming
my memory fading,
against the waves
I am slipping;
Spiraling again.
Fading
into the quicksand
of the abyss
And I call your name
and convulse,
flower of memories
you toss
into the ocean--
my love
you repulse.
A leaf in the wind
a cobblestone
neath your feet,
I have become,
a bleeding heart
limp now,
fallen,
your father
the simp now.
Spiraling again
in the eclipse
of your rainbow
calling your name
outside your window.
Oh beloved,
Can sixteen be the end
of all this!
Roaring Rage
Love,
Sweet love of my life,
tell me why you hide.
Asking for ever
if you would come to me
but a simple word
you deny.
Must I live
for ever in waiting
must I be gone
must I die.
Love,
Sweet love of my life,
these tired eyes
can no longer cry.
I fell asleep, it seems
in the hunger
of your needs.
My voice now drowned
in the roaring wave
of rage it seems.
Where is the love,
teachings of the past,
the smile
that beams.
Was anything ever real
a voice is dying to know
the voice of love screams.
Too late to evolve me
it's time to absolve me
best to revolve you
and resolve me.
Running from the sound
of the footsteps
of a child.
My dreams are vivid
but I never see you;
eyes open wide.
I am tired now
it's time to sleep
it's time to hide.
I will love you
for ever
even though yours is hiding,
seems denied.
Not too late to love me
my pari,
nAzanin,
my angel
always above me.
Dust of Ages
She wants
her own chaise
and cubby shelves,
lost in information
and cognition,
I need to forget.
Spider webs
Across every square.
Birdseye view
of a room
And the bats
seem they can't get through.
Clock ticking away
As my fuzzy feet
Hum and sway
like a spider
resting on its web
seeming uneasy,
shivering,
shimmering
sturdy.
soon,
very soon,
the kiss of an angel
will calm conscientiousness
and the worry
of every soul
trying hard
not to find me.
Soon,
memories
that confine me,
will torture
and try me,
don't hold
or attempt
to calm me.
One day
she sat on her chaise
looking into her own mind
and dusty shelves
of the future and past
as I tried hard
to hold her hand.
One day
she may awaken,
as I sleeplessly lay
in the dust
of forgotten dreams.
There is no one here.
Wish I Was
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Wishing I was a hero
Not for a nation
Not for a notion
Sparking commotion
Or emotion.
Wishing I was a hero for my son and daughter
The gentle saving ripple
In the water,
The one who saved
And caught her.
Wishing I was a hero
in her eyes
The one who holds her
as she sighs,
In her loneliness
when she cries
Wish I was the star
In her skies,
A hero
That never dies.
Wish I was.
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