The King of Diamonearts

 

A Siren sings her truth

Into the sea, into the night

The cosmic wanderer

finds home

in her echo among the stars

A flame drifts across the dark

Shadows transmute to warmth.

Descent of Two

Leather wind, checkered pulse —
I stand on the world’s last tooth.
Desert breathes below,
a silence wide as light.

She lands —
a flash of skin, a fall of trust.
We ballet on a needle’s tip,
gravity jealous of us.

We slide —
stone to sand,
sand to speed,
our bodies a blur of one.

We roll —
yin, yang, dust, dawn —
and cities rise,
forming in our wake.

Children run from nowhere.
Grass remembers how to grow.

A beach —
her skin in the sun,
my pockets heavy with enough.
Laughter, salt,
the taste of reward.

Then —
a tie, a tap, applause.
Ugly faces fall like spiked volleyballs.

A map spread wide —
hands tracing blue lines of maybe.
We build,
we build,
we build.

Sheherazade

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.

The Soloist

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. 

دعوت

 

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

Eclipse

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

 قلبم را از سینه کندم

و به پای کبوتری گره زدم

پر زد به سوی تو

باز که گشت،

چیزی به پایش نبود

کار تمام شد

All but Martyrs to the Almighty

درد من از سهم من،
سهم من از درد من.

در قفس خویش تن،

از برِ محبوب من.