Naked Sky

I don’t wanna wait

To see that dream

Die in the corner of my room


Don’t wanna be

The eyes of the beholder

Behind the window


Don’t wanna be that plane

Passing through the clouds


Don’t wanna be like that crow

Sitting on the roof

Looking at the people in disgust


Don’t wanna stay on the edge

Hesitating to go inside


Don’t wanna ignore

Every little sense that I find


I wanna go, touch every tree

In that old alley, walking in the town


Understanding every moment of the dawn

When the sky’s giving birth to the sun


Sharing every minute of joy and pain

With people in the street


Away from my room

My world’s out there

Where the sun the meets the mountains

When the stars smile at me

With the world of inspirations


In the ecstasy of

The ultimate imagination

The freedom of my mind



I love to sleep under the naked sky

Sina Mesdaghi
July 20, 2005