Harvesting the light

Gazing at the moon, it’s you my sun I see

Seeing your eyes, it’s your soul I feel

Feeling your soul, God ravishes me…

Raptured by the Siren’s enchanting song,

Not a hundred angels could set me free.

Love, the greatest antagonist of the strong,

Lasciviously lulls with unpretentious glee.


Eyes shut, I intoxicate over the refrain

As further and further from myself I sojourn

Thru God’s foggy playground of water and fire

Wherein, light years prior, my star was born

Of heroic passions burning an almighty pyre.

In love’s epic struggle, ‘tis I the gallant martyr.

Orphaned from myself, in you I seek shelter:

Your soul’s my home, your eyes my windows.

A glimpse of life’s true face my singular prayer,

Faithfully, I toil in the dense and lonely shadows

Harvesting the light until truth finally glows…


The image of a moon within a sun gathers a pose,

As the sound of the Siren within a man still echoes.

Meet Iranian Singles

Iranian Singles

Recipient Of The Serena Shim Award

Serena Shim Award
Meet your Persian Love Today!
Meet your Persian Love Today!