Goatskin cover, with green background laquer, of a manuscript copied in 1569 |
Out hunting, with a slave girl |
The Bodleian has a tempting bookshop, too! (image from here) |
Hand painted dreams
Alike the silence of a dream
Forgotten by dawn
Not to be remembered
but in broken pieces of no meaning...
.
Alike that coming moment
That brings no tomorrow
But takes away today ...
Alike me walking behind my shadow
.
Leaving the dark traces of memories behind
Turning back and nothing to see
Lost at the beginning of no-ways ahead
Searching for what might have been
What should have been in places
I have already been
.
Alike me walk with me
In this grey garden of green remembrance
Where every fallen leaf dreams of
That last unfinished dance
And in the dry vain of every branch
A picture of blue sky lives
And the sweetness of that lost spring
That lost spring that will never grow green
Is forever green
Is forever green
Walk with me in the land of hand painted dreams
.
I will grow dreamlike
Dreamlike but tall
Dreamlike but green
Farah Afshari
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