The sapphire face


Just a few hours ago

the night has dropped it’s lashes

I am still holding in my palms

The few stars that dropped from it’s sapphire lashes

They are the synonym of tears

They are the metaphors of sorrow

When i look at them…

those twinkle drops of petite glow

then my eyes filled with innumerable dreams…

fill some more with the sadness of interpretation

and think of a face….

and that luminous face, so familiar and intimate

merges into many faces

and those faces blossom with scenes

of past memories

and dance in my vision….

as a trance

like those dervish whirls

of mystic sufis

Those spinning orbits of images

which receive tears of my solitude

are more precious to me

than my own treasured inaptitude

All those faces are yours

Yes, all those faces are still yours!

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