I am your mirror
look upon me
What is the reflection
that you see?
I am your compass
when you are set a drift at sea
I shall guide you
on your path
I am your latern
guiding your path
As you journey
through the mist
I am your life boat
as you find yourself in peril
In the middle
of the storm
I will be the rope
that brings you back to shore
This poem is in response to Kouroush's poem Ode to Nadia!
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Aks ha!
by Kouroush Sassanian on Thu Jul 10, 2008 04:09 PM PDTA door opens to the missing in the darkness;
a past vanished without a trace,
A small bag packed with broken memories,
Reach in her with misty eyes with only the memories and photographs,
Watering them with tears to bring them back to life,
Fervent cries but fading more,
is there anyone there? Is that I? Is that she?
But the only sounds of over breath toward a fading memory,
For a long time its deafening sound,
subdued by a path of virtue,
anguish and grief, but still fading,
all the moments of a life summed, completed in a snap of a photograph,
To hold for relief in moments to ratify the emptiness.
Everything and nothing for all, no matter still fading
one within and between all, no matter still fading
gentle, loving, pervading, no matter still fading
the eternal silence falls upon the moment, the complete faded photograph . . .