The white scarf of the sky
Like an overflowing cloud
Was combing the ancient mane of the mountain
And the modest drops of rain
From behind the window of the room
Were dripping onto the ground
I wish I could
With a gesture of words
Bring the invisible loneliness
Into the clarity of an image
And place the green breath of your presence
In a crystal vase
So it could spread its wings
Above the shelf in the room
And with each blossoming leaf
Eternalize the fragrance of your presence
The relentless thunder roared
And the earth, under the storm’s hoofbeats
Trembled
To shatter the heavy silence of the house
The temptation to paint your imagination
On the blank page
Faltered
And the bitterness of longing
Dripped
Drop by drop
Into the mouth of the poem
The wind
Wailing
Struck my chest
And the howl of pain
Crept inside
Through the gaps in the window’s sharp edges
Where the curtain of imagination
Clung to the wall of the night
And not even the sound of the door’s hinge
Reached the ears
Arslan – Tehran
April 31, 2022
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