Gift

Nights of fires,

Just you the only King of my dreams,

Like a painter of worlds in the wind,

Like a nomad lost in the night,

Make me blind,

I want to see through your breath,

And listening through your essence,

Bring me home through the desires of your soul,

The night is dark,

Please,

Do not fear,

Candles are enlightening the darkness of your absence,

Teach me how my heart can travel through the mist,

I promise,

My desert has trees of fires,

For cold hands of chastity,

My body listen voices of your memories,

Warm winds saying,

I can be your fire, sun and moon.

               

 

Break Me

Come with me

I want started a new story

I Really Want To Show You

And I can prove, I can Still able to love and be loved

I am writing to you again

Writing of loneliness

Writing of your vacuum in my heart

Writing of Longing to meet you

I am writing from exile tears

My cry is my words, Full of Pain and Hope

I'm waiting for the rain

For this rain ..

I'm sitting to Hundreds years...Thousands years ..

On the Stone bench the Expectation and ..

I've turned to ice

I've been cemented into stone statues

Long time is missing of his heart 

I look upon this statue cement and empty hearts

But a look full of hope

Dear I'm waiting to you

Waiting for one Person

 Who does not like anyone 

And she's special for my cement heart

In Every enshrine, In all branches on every lock

on every green and flower on each garden and feel ,

In every memory and remember

In every moment and every opportunity to missing

I do pray for your coming

Come on dear ...

Come on ..

And Break Me by your Rain Love...

by Taha

One friend, One feel

My soul

my clean soul

He is with me tonight

I know he is a part of God

Has started to talk

I believe to his honesty

He smiles at me

Deep and beautiful

He brings back a memory at me:

Lake of childhood wishes

In my moment

The mirage is not here

The night is not here

The scarecrow is not here

Only is light and light

He is full of pure light and love

And bring me a trustee

I look, I see broken heart and

Pieces of His Heart

Pieces shine like the stars

And although nondescript in mirage mirrors

He has become mountains of ice

White but cold

Like a diamond in the darkness

My soul give a gift to me

Gift of light, love, and honesty

He wishing for me

To achieve light and refreshing pool

And goes slow

I kissing that trust in my hug

I do hot with that light

I hoping

Again, Iceberg conversion into the ocean

Yes ocean

......By Taha Delphani......

Freedom

Walking


Perhaps is wander


The city is dark, Sad and benighted


Wish freedom .. don't sleep on this form

  This time, I want you


I want freedom


My heart for your look


Oh, Walking is dark


I was falling in those eyes of yours


But, You're not from here


Never you're not from here


You've been gone and


Not from this here and now


I want walking with you


I want with you slowly walking


I want


Oh


I want freedom

By Taha Delphani

Feel in addiction (Perhaps Luminous)

Ghost cold and sad, walked in streets 

The empty of volume and empty of voice

That

Land was exhausted, Sky was off

Extremely dark

His walkings, was with carry fatigue

Still empty, still cold

Grief and

Broken frame in the his face of unknown

The pain seeps

Infinite continuous with streets

Oh, Without a shadow ,Mmm is very sad

Only ghost, Separator of Memories

Away from death

Only cold and sad ghost

In Regret

For having a body

Perhaps! Clean

Perhaps Luminous

By Taha Delphani

      

  

Childhood

Childhood was not in the Black Forest

Were not singing off

Trees, oak, and pine and

Leaves

Empty trees

here not was always dark  

Last night I saw him in a dream 

The smell was oak

I missing

My cold hands

In my childhood

There were four seasons for forest

Off light

Infinity sound empty and alone

Deep

Last night was a sleepy dream

Now forest have not The smell of oak

By Taha Delphani

 

Mirage Mirror ...

Mirror!

Reflection!

Humans have a mirror!

I doubt!

I look at ..

I love my smile in mirrors but I see the source of pride and horror ...

Way I can not see , my light in mirror?

I'm sure mirrors have mirage ...

Yes, I see a mirror mirage

It is frightening ...

I feel There is truth in behind the mirror

I will not break any mirrors

Because converted to one thousand mirage, Due to breaking

I am back from the ocean mirage and night

I do warm my heart, With low light in my mirror

I am afraid of the dark ,Due to the inability , I stare into it

The night wind is sharp

It is likely that i can the light would grow ..

I pray for light Pulse

And I'll stay here
 

by Taha Delphani