Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Pouran K. Akhlaghi (1944-1990)‎

The Night of the Ends…‎

She shone all her life,
Protecting me,
And she gave away
Her last glimmer,
Saving me…‎

She followed him,
On that night of the ends — ‎
The end of
‎            The flight of the dove,
The end of
‎            The song of the star…‎

Left behind
You could find
A mirage,
An echo,
And the mirage of an echo...

It's all for you...

1 comment:

A.T. said...

This is just a beautiful poem... thanks for sharing.