Hand painted dreams

October 3, 2005
iranian.com

Alike the silence of a dream
Forgotten by dawn
Not to be remembered
but in broken pieces of no meaning…

Alike that coming moment
That brings no tomorrow
But takes away  today …

Alike me walking behind my shadow
Leaving the dark traces of memories behind
Turning back and  nothing to see
Lost at the beginning of no-ways ahead
Searching for what might have beenWhat should have been in places
I have  already been

Alike me walk with me
In this grey garden of  green remembrance
Where every fallen leaf dreams of
That last unfinished  dance 
And  in the dry vain of every branch
A picture of blue sky lives
And  the sweetness of  that lost spring
That lost spring that will  never grow green
Is forever  green
Is forever  green

Walk with me in the land of hand painted dreams
I will grow  dreamlike
Dreamlike  but tall
Dreamlike  but green