You wept, hidden,
within my eyes,
and I,
upon your lips,
laughed —
bare and unveiled.
A trace of golden leaf
fell upon your hair;
you showed me
the autumn,
and the sorrowful dusk
of the garden.
You gazed in wonder
at my empty hands,
and I,
upon the firmness of your steps,
with all my strength
stood tall.
A leaf slipped down to earth,
and the emptiness of your footsteps
the wind
carried away.
You settled
gracefully within the old frame
of my memories,
and I
drank deep the intoxication of a dream,
where, with the early turning of the seasons,
from the rainbow of your gaze
upon each leaf of autumn
I beheld
a vision of transformation.
Arsalan – Wiesbaden
September 30, 2025
