Mirror

 

 

 

For my dear daughter Nooshin.

Mirror

 

 

The rain will wash my sorrows

And the sunshine will caress my dreams

I‘d travelled from land to land

And searched for a tree

Giving me shade and the joy of breeze.

 

But now, I’m locked in four walls

Weaving dreams after dreams

And make a blanket

To cover me in the days

When the sunshine

Is nowhere.

 

 

I look in a mirror

And don’t find myself

She’s gone somewhere else

With a backpack full of memories.

 

I leave my memories with you

To take them everywhere

And let them weave in the breezes

And travel by wind

To a far, faraway land.