Passing the dark corridors of old longings I inhaled Jasmin and roses wiped my tears and walked to the garden of nostalgia. Rosaline and Anton were dancing. And I cannot recall who was playing music. The passionate soulful and melancholic music. My poems, my unwritten poems are running like live blood through this image. Maybe it is the ache of missing you and knowing that this spring nor on any spring to come, would you smile with me at Rosaline and Anton. And I savor all the graceful movements in the garden of nostalgia because your poet heart is beating in me and Rosaline and Anton can dance forever, they will dance forever as you grab my hand and dance away in the garden of nostalgia while the blossoms pour like rain and the red apple in my hand is shared only with you. "Forever and always", you say.
Hydeh Aubon (4/4/08)
