"We, of that time, are no longer the same" - Pablo Neruda

 

within the folds of time

I grew to be a story

of departures

aches        silences

 

of ties by synapses

of prance over the loops

of distances.

 

in pursuit of illusions

I became a night

carnival

of siren songs

in rains of romances

 

of plunging stars and scars

slipping in my heart’s

tender trances

 

of burst bubbles

and pretences

of another

age.

 

in the brink

of my soul’s

autumn

I settle as the body

of my room       round

with one single limpid wall

that dances for

the syntax of joy

 

wall of past tears

heedless to the curses

of your glances

 

and a ceiling of air

across which skip-fly

birds of bright

chances.

 

don’t be surprised

to see how

my sorrows rise

for lack of

weight.

©2008, Azadeh Azad