To the wind I look
standing outside
awaiting you
impatiently
awaiting you with dreamy eyes
here behind all that is next to lost, I stand hopeless
awaiting for the wind to leave
without you
playing a lost game
wondering when, where to
wondering why?
Frozen in a hallow dream, my eyes will live on
I see you come back a thousand times
a thousand times
to cry on invisible shoulders
of understanding
friendship
I see you fallen sleep in this cool shadow of unknown
this dying summer
breathless, heartbroken
I see you walk in wonder
alone to the four walls that will fall to a last cry
when I discover your absence
I see you from behind this unfair share of window
standing tall
watching days go by
playing this lost game
awaiting a warm hand frozen in time
awaiting the moment of hail
The fall will fall on me heavy I know
the fall will take away my wings of hope
and will bury them in the garden
where birds gather in dusk
to recite the Spring
Ah why the creation?
Why ?
Farah Afshari
