Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Sleep while awake



Here, on the stone
On my back, massive
Lemony landscape
And in front, sea
Is calling me

I look quite absent
Even though sharply aware:
I am coming, I am going
And at the end, I'll realize
Everything was similar
And at the same time
Was not

The sky was brightly blue
And now it is cloudy gray:
I used to wear white with
Dark hair, and today
I am in dark with
White head

I am coming, I am going
I doubt that I was sleeping
Wondering if I was dreaming
Sleeping, dreaming
Dreaming, sleeping

The smell of lemon leaves
Taste like the bitter
Spirit of condom
And in front, sea
Is calling me

I doubt that I was sleeping
Wondering if I was dreaming
Sleeping, dreaming
Dreaming, sleeping

But everything is similar
And at the same time
Is not

Farhad Mehrad


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