The Address
Wool-gatherer | 3 Aug 2010, 3:39am
A star traveling across the sky
In the formless ominous space
There is no map of the universe
No lamp guide to distance
“Where is the house of the friend?”
The traveler asked at the birth of the moon
And the moon the orb of powdered light
Said in the softest tones of memory
“Before the house of the friend
is the planet of sparkling music
stop there as it flows through you
to reach there slide through that fold of space
just by the drowning crimson supernova”
the traveler looked around and asked again
“Where is the home of the friend?”
said the moon, “In the direction of my gaze”
- A Tribute to Sohrab Sepehri
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