persian dreams she floated across the winter night a magic carpet lost in flight her glittering jeweled pools of Jafar raked my wondering face from afar suspended breath like an unsprung sneeze and glid beveiled like a warming breeze her diaphanous garb was the color of dusk when lit by the flickering candle husk of the moon. december twilight can merely aspire to the depth and the clarity of her sapphire blue qawwali song. in thick of persian dreams i lay at half-past two of yesterday.

Manish Vij