چون رویایی گذرا
چون ابری سبک
چون مخملی نرم
در بر می‌گیری.
هستی‌ات روشنی‌ست،
مستی و قشنگی،
با سماجتی شیرین
از پا نمی‌نشینی.
در پیچ و خم راه‌ها
می‌رقصی،
می‌گریی،
و با لبخندت
بر تاریکی می‌تابی.
ایستاده‌ای—
کمی خمیده،
اما استوار،
بر تپه‌ای شنی.
و هاله‌ی حضورت
اعتمادی‌ست به ثبات؛
خورشید همیشه درخشان،
شهرزاد.
Blue suit,
voice on fire—
yet my eyes
won’t hold.
A nymph drifts near,
we rise,
air-borne,
a dance of ease.
Mask of chrome,
stage of light,
hands find
horn,
string,
wood.
One note—
I cannot miss.
بیا خطر کنیم
تا از خطر گذر کنیم
بیا رشد کنیم
تا بازی را خبر کنیم
بیا با هم باشیم
تا دوری را به سر کنیم
بیا یکی شویم
تا جدایی را به در کنیم
بیا خطر کنیم
تا از هراس، حذر کنیم
When the autumn leaves start to fall
And the cold winds start to howl
I think of you and your smile
Of how your eyes carry the weight of stars
Of how your presence used to make me whole
and of how your silence is tangled to my soul
For when its winter and nature starts to freeze
I can still close my eyes and wait for the breeze
To bring your scent from across the seas
That mates with the seedlings inside my tears
So Instead of loving you every day and night
I’d have a child of my own to think about
Years will pass and when he’s in bloom
I’ll look into his eyes and see that gloom
That you had in your hair back in the day
The same thing that made you and I stay away
To have love but choose to look at it from afar
To not be that shooting star
But to sit under the beautiful sky
And watch the celestials passing us by
As if the heavens themselves conspire
To teach the heart what it refuses to desire
The stars shimmer with a truth we cannot hold
A fire too bright for hands too cold
Yet in their light, your absence blooms like a rose
Thorned and radiant, in the garden only fate knows
To love, and turn aside, is a subtle crime
Hidden in the quiet music of time
And still, I bow to it – the beauty, the ache
Knowing some flames are too pure to break
An alien ship drifts silently toward Earth. Inside, two figures lie in hibernation, their bodies still but their minds alive, linked by telepathic exchange.
One is the captain — a being who can sense and process the endless streams of electromagnetic waves around every celestial body they pass. The other is his son, still learning, still stretching his mind under his father’s guidance.
As Earth comes into view, the son asks:
"Father, what is it the people of this planet yearn for so deeply?"
"Love."
"And the other things they chase?"
"Shadows and dust, my son."
