Whirl with the storm, O' Parvaneh

Spreading my white gown over the golden sunset
Gathering untamed sandstorms in my flowy hem
I catch and pour each burning grain
into my glass-walled stubborn heart;
and at every "Fajr" turn my soul upside down --
like a broken hourglass buried in its own sand
Alas!
Moments slip from my creviced being
like breaths through a dying man's chest.

O' Parvaneh
Collect no more moments in your blazing veins
for, time is round --
and roll back to its belly again, it will !
Now, whirl with the storm and turn yourself into ashes
so when the Beloved returns
scatter yourself with dust on the ground
and witness how love resurrects itself
from its own blown away cinder...
... again and again and again, and again.

Author's Note

* fajr: early dawn (Arabic), also the first prayer of Muslims, performed before sunrise

Reviews

[Lauriegirl]

This is really lovely..It just leapt off the page into my heart..I feel like the meaning is way deeper than even you are saying here

[Glen Yumang Manese]

You present this verse with a theme --- using the elements to captivate the moment...the beginning sends us into the what was and what has become...and as you read on...that changes and gives the work a chance to balance itself with the ending lines...which tells of a positive resolution can come about...