The Rose, Smiling Clouds and You

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