Poems

Lalesh

This is the sun
And this is home.
The nest protected by the peacock angel
Waited in faith.
 
He tells me
Across the edges,
See the Black One.
See the One saving the humanity.
Uttering the height of the mountains
That saved their dignity.
I begin with the knots,
I begin with the darkness
Sealed by wishes to the velvets.
And our sun sets in
Before every one else’s.
The baptism of children
Is a wish
Hung on almond trees.
Spring has come
Your departure never ends.
 
He tells me
Leave your cold tears
By the door.
This is our burden.
Don’t forget he says
Your home is by the mountains.
In the dawn of the believers,
At the foremost, we will welcome you
In scarlet velvets
By making offerings to the almond trees and the stones
Knowing which sorrow the heart was not darkened by.
 
My secret was unfolded and
The sweet sorrow I found
in the den of that mountain
and my affinity to them,
Yes, a return is to a home
And home is the almond trees
And those knots
Forgotten among the mountains.