aaraav
when some springs will not flow any longer
when the stones from the bed of dry river
will have become pebbles for paving the path
on which you walk
in your new house
when stars in teh sky will be witness
of all the tears that flew to wash the stains
on your curtains
which were put
to prevent light inside mingling with the light outside
you will recall
that the sand yard in which you had played once
still has the same sand
unblemished
unmixed with any impurity
pure
sublime
and subtle reminder
of the yearnings for
your promising, meaningful future, sustain it