Poem — Sky Over Tehran

Open the window as the plane tilts

Skyward you will find a quartz concerto

Mixed with rays of sunlight

To the east lies it’s end

To the west, it is still a mystery

A soft whisper of a secret horizon.

Blood red skies show the life beneath

The land of Old Man Khayyam speaks true even now

Even if what was permitted then

Is not so now, why worry?

I will drink in this sunlight

And swim in the lands oceanic clouds.

The rising sun, lifted by desert sands

And the colours that drift along with it

Even upward, where no light is seen

The dawn is what welcomes it

Where light kisses dark

And the sun gently rises.

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