I am walking
I am dreaming
In that path of tall trees painted in green again,
They shall narrate my story one day,
Of that boy,
These poems and that love
Which comes and goes
Like that color in the trees of the fall
Like that smiling clouds, some big, some small
Is that real? That rose in my hands?
Is that true? That dream in my mind?
Is that possible? That ambition in my eyes?
Is that obvious? That feeling in my heart?
More like a joke, I see you laughing at me,
More like a game, I see you not believing in me,
BELIEVE…
For that these trees may never go green again
For that these clouds won’t smile at me tomorrow
But they all will see us dancing in the rain
And I will float in the space lighter than before,
In evening, of a good day, I’ll drink tea and talk with you,
Now you are a spaceman too…
Sina Mesdaghi
April 29,05
