When she hears his songs
The melodies rise beyond her mind,
She returns to the Alborz
Dancing beneath an autumn sky.

The moon climbs as her thoughts,
White spirits in the evening dusk.
The wind is kind to her and sends her secrets
To the one whom she trusts.

Before she said
She loved him
He knew the sighs
That left those unsteady lips,

The wandering musings
Of one who'd
Lived more lives
Than she'd care to admit.

She is no blank page to be drawn upon
She IS the sky,
Which no man can paint,
Only stare in wonder and curse at your fate.

Yearning like a soldier
Far from home,
Trying to remember the face
Of a girl you used to know.