One Cold Tear

Sunday evening at the Coquihalla River.

Beside the dark river,

Beside the cold river,

Three friends embrace.

One dark tear,

One cold tear,

On a sad girl's face.

--farhad

The Strangest of Places

The Strangest of Places

I meet you in the strangest of places.
Your burning presence still glows,
In the blood red of my Japanese maple.

Today I moved the row of golden sedge,
and the yellow grasses in their pale blue pots.
As I placed them under the sheltering roof,
I thought of you and your tree spirit.

The rains and winds of autumn,
The Sky's tears and songs of lament.
Today's canvas of shifting colour,
Replaces Nature's yesterday work.

I have not known such love or such grace,
As that day I felt your breath on my face.
At Joanna Beach by the wild Tasman Sea,
Ten thousand miles from you,
It was just you and me.

--farhad

Some Fill With Each Good Rain

Some Fill With Each Good Rain
There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That "love" is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.

--Hafiz-e Shirazi, خواجه شمس‌الدین محمد حافظ شیرازی