The Oblivion

Every time but nights
I think of you, the kind hands
And the soul, which opened the doors
And shined

I have been restless and unable to rise
From the rocky days of grieving,
Your passing over to a world,
Under the clouds fur and the crossing edges
Of the ocean blue and the eternity

You keep walking,
Maybe death is thoughtful and trying
The little while freezing forever
Strolling on the edge...

How can I dare to look upon your empty place?
Your voice unheard on the phone,
Your sight in the mirror,
Shattered as the glass world

When the time comes- like all else
I will follow your footsteps
And nothing else in the universe
Will holdback my wings from stretching in the air

Sheema Kalbasi