"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Tuesday, December 31, 2013


Your mere presence made my broken heart race,
With throbs at once exquisite and forlorn,
But each moment we were in the same place
Convinced me I had no more cause to mourn.
You were just as I had remembered you;
Your eyes flashed like onyx set in diamonds,
Your skin was velvet gold – exotic hue -
Your jet black hair swung loose in silky fronds.
Your voice fluttered and flew with sweet laughter –
Another clue that this vision was really you –
You even had to meet someone after,
Waiting there on Soraya Avenue.
I woke and promptly damned my delusion;
I was betrayed, duped in my seclusion.

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