I dreamt of you last night
lost, I could see the end near
on the road I walked to reach you
trees of apple tall, flowering in the hands of the wind
drinking from my heart
and I wished you
like the moment gone…
I dreamt last night of the
poem I can not write, I can not burn
I dreamt of walking a long walk
walking one way out of my heart
but I remembered,
remembered in despair,
I will be lost in the dream…
Farah Afshari
