pain at times
just like those imprints on the sea shore
with the retrieve of the wave...
and your smile beloved
to those hidden wounds
a mother's touch
for the infant's discomfort...
but the echoes of the river Tigris
clashing with the rocks of it's banks
and those hymns
from the old Cathedral
along with the Sunday toll
will stand a proclamation
as I discover yet again
that my abandonment
of the Fertile Crescent
through that gate of shame
a one way voyage
for the thousands
who drifted across the grounds of doubt
my little domain...
Oh how could I explain my despair
as I stood there
staring at the plane resting ahead...
as tears rolled down
a silver creek in the meadows of silence
and a whisper of a last good-bye
carried away with a butterfly
caught in the winds of uncertainty
in that hazy day
violently against the wall of freedom...
oh how sad it felt there
all alone in our torrent land...
tried desperately to reach for you
embrace me, touch me
heal this torment , this burning pain
lend me a brush and some paint
some colorful banners
and perhaps a rose garden
to brighten this fading sanctuary of mine...
I felt your anguish and sorrow for me
like The two mighty rivers
extended across the blessed land of Assyria
from those tiny masked steps of yours
on the grounds of this airstrip
all the way to Edessa
through the castle of King Sargon in Nineveh
a castle we used as a perch
to roam with the Eagles
and chant with the birds...
I turned my face around
exposing the vigor in my eyes
to the rapists of Bet Nahren
not sure if they understood
have they ever!
for I am carrying this weary, lonesome body
and leaving behind
my restless soul
in the hands of Ashur
roving the holy temple...