Fragile is the four walls
Surrounding me
Away from the cold
That awaits me in anger
I walk to the moon
A pale face fallen
In the midnight river
The endless madness
Drives through the night
taking my heart to the windows
And house holds in chains
With that air
That air of wanting to fly away
I hear four walls singing loud
To my heart
This is where I shall die
This is where I shall die
My heart holds in the music that lasted centuries
Never mortal
Always breathing under my skin
History of my house
as long as there were days
there were nights
thunders sleeping by the door
To keep the day out
Day sneaking in in shreds of lights
In swallow in pain to live
History of my house
broken face of father on the wall,
staring on life as it runs away
Through the crowded memory
Of windows
Bare feet and forgetful
In the streets of curfews all day, all night
History of my house
the flower pot fallen dry,
Away from the green memory
Of growing tall
out of my window
stretching wide and beautiful on my mind
Oh the forgotten green blood ….
I so wish for a garden
In desperation
And long walk on the roof top
To the moon
The forgetful moon
Smell of bread on the floor
Lays hungry of miracle and my mother’s hands
burn the oven with thorns
And the lost fire
Hunger should not live
Hunger should not live
History of my house
empty spaces of people close to my skin,
Gone with the wind
History of my house
where I wait for the breeze
I never known
staring through this window
at this forgotten lane of houses swollen with history
reciting the poetry of people in love with life
forsaken by all
History of my house
where I stand
every morning
opening a crevice
to where the sun sets on its way
and shut it at the point where the way ends
and I know well
that on my way to reach the rainbow
empty pockets of promises
weigh me down
and pinned to the wall
facing my house
Oh, I know
there will be knocks on my door again tonight
they will be waiting in the shadow of my olive trees tomorrow
to handcuff my being
and blindfold my walks
as I wonder will the breeze reach my face in time
— Farah Afshari
