Fill not empty moons, O' Parvaneh

Rolling my heart in my palms
I sit and wonder at its twirling memories,
waning slowly, one by one;
reflecting the radiant star
who twitched in torpor for many silent nights --
oblivious to the torch in my hand
lighting the routes in her sky,
as my caravan sojourned under a "holed moon".
And now, putting out my bonfire,
back to the journey I return --
taking in my satchel naught but an empty moon --
an empty moon, only mine to fill...
... with wine, honey, jasmine or poetry.

O' Parvaneh!
It's true in your hem you carry every element
to turn shrunken moons into queens.
If then, at the thought of one shuddering star,
why does your hand stop before unfolding your flowy gown --
to offer your kingdom to any but her?

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[Sami Khalil]

"reflecting the radiant star
who twitched in torpor for many silent nights --
oblivious to the torch in my hand "

A splendid read and write. Thank you for sharing...:).....................