Two warriors sat in the rose garden. With his weary eyes one followed a white butterfly. The other stood up and imagined the ocean while inhaling the roses. Far away a woman battled with her demons one stronger than the other. She wished to stand up in a rose garden. he wished to forget in the rose garden. and he wished to leave all to the ocean. All wished another place, another state. Where without knowing they were all standing hand in hand going nowhere and further into mystery. No, nobody knew. Nevertheless, they were part of completion. And the poet thought: it doesn't matter. And that it doesn't, makes me write a poem dedicated to whomever, wherever.
Hydeh Aubon (7/31/08)
