To Cynthia Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

TO CYNTHIA
Your eyes are full of streams. I see them washing your cheeks. My eyes can travel instead of my feet. You lost him in the Earth's prism. He is watching you through the moon's beams. There are graves all over the Earth's knees. However I don't believe death exists. He must be one of the stars as the sky is starlit. Look! He must be in the clouds patting the hills. Who knows a cliff's age on the Earth's ribs? The cliff's wrinkles are deep but its life is endless. No, the wounds in our hearts are never cured by tablets and pills. Cynthia, don't cry on the pillow of the Earth's emptiness! Jesus didn't die though He was killed. Cynthia! Do believe death doesn't exist!