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...

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Aziz Akhlaghi (1928-1990)‎

The End of the Dove…‎

He loved as he walked,‎
And he flew away,‎
When the roads
Closed on him –‎ ‎
Overnight. ‎

I close my eyes, and ‎
I hear his voice, ‎
I see his smile, ‎
I taste the smell of his wings, ‎
I sense his pride –‎
When I sang or played. ‎

All the time, it feels, ‎
He’s been around, ‎
He’s been alive.‎
‎ ‎
Yet, for nine years and ten, ‎
It seems, he's never aged.‎..‎

Photo: © Rob Palmer. Digital modification for P.R. by P.A.