Another Death Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Another death

Last night I, stayed up
Stayed up till four, five
In the search of stars.

Heart throbbed for past time,
For camping, summertime,
Sleeping in farmyard
In the hearts of mountains
With the ice-cold water.

Not nomad, was nomad,
Lived with, loved the stars
That came like caravans,
Leave question and depart.

Answered us elderly
Or parents, and firmly:
"They are dead's spirits! "

Now, news has mentioned:
"Is season for Perseid."
(Meteors will shower.)

Faded shooting stars,
Their plight is by light
Of the late Edison…

Then, we boys, were devils,
Moved around like breeze.

Knew not barriers
Being rocks or waters.

Never found time to sit,
Kept moving and racing.

Had no time to wear shoes,
Saw trees and "Woohoo, "
In no time were monkeys
Or the cats, bird hunting,
Climbed boughs, branches!

Bleeds heart for last night's
Failure to, see the stars,
That could be spirits
(As told us elderly.)

In Hana's summer camp
The sky was like hand
Too near, part of us
But own king, independent.

Four or more brothers
With cousins and friends
Shared a single mattress
And cuddled like kittens
Or puppies, mice infants.

Had blanket, at start
But soon it would be gone
Thanks to our rolling, toss.

Our covers, the starry sky.

Last night with tripod
And best lens that I got
Fixed new DSLR,
Kept coming and going
Practised many times,
And clicked in the dark.

The pictures, night sky's
With the cirrus clouds
Talk to me, for too long
Of childhood, until now
Without shooting stars.

Badly miss Milky Way
Or the "Road to Mecca! "

Miss the night stories
As well as howling wind
And the birds in morning
And gold of sun rising.