O Tears, the companion of endless night,
That murky shadow burnt with a might,
Thou stain my waning words with despair
Yet behold in eyes an image to share
What more thou want of me?
Had I cradled thee not with barrier
Thou wouldst sweep down with full career
Off my burning cheeks; my fainting face
O the falling sun, thou give her to me again
From the yonder blue above the men
Ah, alas, out of love I dwell in her heart
Been expelled from the throne of part
My words doth yet lament in woe
Enchant my verse to sing a so:
"Love is a mundane grace, a shadowy pace
Love is a falling night, a perishing sight"
By: M. S. Zarei
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Nostalgia
Calm and mysterious the waves were weaving wonder upon my gloomy eyes, so silent as though the drunken sea-birds had already stopped loving them. Off there in the middle, the wind was trying to lift the white tops on the waves as the yachts were tacking across the bay heaving like determined horses in soft sand. Along with the mournful tone of the day, a yacht was singing her own requiem to me, seemingly warning me of her pending departure. I just cast off my eyes far in her wooden face to hardly recall a childish dream of embarking. A sense of melancholy came to darken my heart while I was witnessing some black rings of smoke twisting up in the air as like to an arrogant lady's showing off her lock of hair to a lover. The patches of clouds in sky mirrored a semi-dark visage of the silent sea while a dense fog was slyly creeping down to blind the only lantern, erected up there in the wrinkled face of harbor for the last fifty years. I sat down in despair, sharing my tears with the lashing splash of waves, and kept looking on the yacht as she was moving away in the marine world. She finally faded away and left me alone in the harbor that was now well-painted in the colorful beams of morning sun. However, determined to leave, I forsook the harbor for a later encounter, as it was now stinking the very smell of loneliness I have been stained with.
By: M. S. Zarei
Calm and mysterious the waves were weaving wonder upon my gloomy eyes, so silent as though the drunken sea-birds had already stopped loving them. Off there in the middle, the wind was trying to lift the white tops on the waves as the yachts were tacking across the bay heaving like determined horses in soft sand. Along with the mournful tone of the day, a yacht was singing her own requiem to me, seemingly warning me of her pending departure. I just cast off my eyes far in her wooden face to hardly recall a childish dream of embarking. A sense of melancholy came to darken my heart while I was witnessing some black rings of smoke twisting up in the air as like to an arrogant lady's showing off her lock of hair to a lover. The patches of clouds in sky mirrored a semi-dark visage of the silent sea while a dense fog was slyly creeping down to blind the only lantern, erected up there in the wrinkled face of harbor for the last fifty years. I sat down in despair, sharing my tears with the lashing splash of waves, and kept looking on the yacht as she was moving away in the marine world. She finally faded away and left me alone in the harbor that was now well-painted in the colorful beams of morning sun. However, determined to leave, I forsook the harbor for a later encounter, as it was now stinking the very smell of loneliness I have been stained with.
By: M. S. Zarei
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