Time

I glimpsed the back of Her head, as Time ran ahead of me.  Her hair trailed off within the wind behind her as the Sun raced along side Her steps.  A carefree intensity strums the air in Her wake.
If only I could ask her to sit down with me for a while, to watch the seconds sleep for a day or two.  We would lay on the ground and just gaze into the sky, watching the clouds retelling their stories.  How nice life would be, for a day or two.

This flowers force in stirring love

“Sit with your back to the sun,” he said.  “You strive to be brighter.  Mirrors never have great ideas.”

Night and silence. Fondness grows in the darkness of memories.

Dust

I am both He and She within the one body. 

I am both under and over within the same skin. 

I am both elated and wretched within the same bones. 

Both in here and in there, I stand as one. 

Living the same dream. 

Fighting the same battle. 

I am both yours and mine within the same bed.
Beneath the same covers.

Buried beneath the same fears

And uplifted by them.

Play that same song

When my bones are picked dry.

Rest me within the embrace of a combustible star

and beneath the shadow of your mountain.

A Special Father's Days

Two weeks ago, we celebrated a very special Father's Day.  After a short-lived yet fearfully anxious few days, I got back my father in one piece from the hospital.  I always have these morbid thoughts, of how I would feel should my parents or brother pass away suddenly, and even though it's never been a reality the sensation that it conjurs is enough to bring tears to my eyes.  This time though, it was almost a reality, and yet I had to summon every ounce of strength and positivity from within my skin and believe that everything was going to be ok despite not truly knowing what was going on.
Thankfully, my father is back home, and in good health, and I couldn't have been happier to spend the day with my wonderful family, and appreciating every moment of love that they inject into my life.
My parents are still very much the lovebirds that they were back in Iran.  Their adoration of one another glows, and is infectious.