The Road Poem by Farshid Rezaee

The road takes me on
Through meandering mazes
Into mists and hazes
Till the time of dawn

Fiery icicles swarm
As Heaven’s haughty torch
Lies on azure porch
With flames to charm

Divine breaths plead
Pink rose-buds to dance
As swallows prance
Little mouths to feed

Drops of divine sorrow
Quench the meadows’ thirst
Mighty pillows burst
Doomed to weep and morrow

Locks of green hair
On the hills and dales
Harks to soothing tales
Lion in his lair

Fangs of the Earth rise
While a gaping hole
Devours my soul
As the last ray dies

Water pillars fall
Foaming fast in fury
Ridden by Mercury
As by Devil’s call

Lands bereft of lawns
Wind in pain grieves
Rainbow of fallen leaves
Cursing, moaning pawns

Watery fingers hold
Sand’s burning breast
Wails a wrathful crest
Secrets to unfold

Ferries drown in a mad witch’s frown
Clowns thrust in the fate’s claws
Satan sneers at human flaws
Feathers caught in Persephone’s crown

Of the Devil’s art
Saw a broken bow
Broken arrow
Aimed at Heaven’s heart

Shrouded trees in a cold clasp
Beaten hard by hails
Frozen fingers with icy nails
Sting the heart, a cruel asp

A silver crescent, gloomy and dim
The night’s coy lantern
And the Hours’ urn
Drunk with ashes, filled to brim

Centipede of light
Rusty metal domes
The road still roams
I’ve run out of might...