"Our Time Will Come!"

I see a stream of lights in the distant,
Dancing flawlessly in the horizon.

I see the night as it spreads its cover of darkness over the lands and lives,
As the blue of the sky helplessly does noting but observes its own demise.

I see girls and boys, men and women hand in hand singing,
With no fear of the night or darkness.

I see the mountains carved with your beautiful face, Rivers flowing, dancing rhythmically with your body.

I see the wind being playful with your hair, in every color.

I see them, he and she walking, dreaming but living.

I pause, hold her hand, turn her head around.
I stare into her eyes
My mind touches her face, her hair and her love.

And my eyes
Brave and proud
Whispers the story of love
Momentarily
In absolute confidence
Into her ears,
Into YOUR ears.

“Our time is so near and dear.”

Kaveh Mahjoob
San Francisco
Long time ago