Poetry * Support iranian.com * FAQ * Write for Iranian.com * Editorial policy Rebirth March 29, 2001 The Iranian In the rush of the day Amidst the silence of the night Between the chaos of my sleep I envisioned you Rooted inside the earth Filled with strength Bound by humility You reached for me In your hands I found the reflection of my past In your eyes I saw the map of my future I opened my mouth To speak of my pain To show you my scars To make you turn away But my voice escaped my throat My breath left my chest Speaking through space My tears took on life Each tear was a void Each tear was a confession Each tear was a mistake Each tear was regret I listened with uncertainty As you spoke from the heart With every breath I extinguished an old painful flame Those memories that still burned my soul Those kisses that I could not erase That nostalgia that stole my smile And replaced my throat with a knot I want so much to believe your words And take refuge in your warmth I want to build my nest with rain And begin the year as one I want to escape this winter For the golden promise of your sun During the desperate hour of my voyage I want to find the path to your door What about my scars? What about my broken wings? When will I be whole again? When will I dream again? Rooted inside the earth Filled with strength Bound by humility You reached for me In your hands I found the reflection of my past In your eyes I saw the map of my future From the depth of that sunset Your light emerged Illuminating the darkness That had become my home The promise of flight The purity of wheat The smell of spring And the birth of hope The chance to begin again On fresh earth with pregnant seeds The vision of an infinite horizon From the taste of jasmine on your lips The day that you love me Time will stop The crowds will leave And the night will embrace us The day that you love me My tattoos will wash away My voice will return And my hands will be warm again The day that you love me The ocean will take my pain The sun will dry my last tear And blood will flow through my chest The day that you love me I will close my eyes I will undress my soul and I will exhale my fears Drunk with dreams Overwhelmed with desire Like a tired traveler at the end of the journey I will finally rest at your feet Comment for The Iranian letters section Comment for the writer Mersedeh Mehrtash ALSO By Mersedeh Mehrtash Mehrtash's features index RELATED Poetry featured in iranian.com SECTIONS * Recent * Cover stories * Writers * All sections

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