The glass broke. Totally shattered. Inside, outside—it doesn’t even matter. Let it snow, let it rain… whether a spring breeze blows or the autumn leaves fall. There’s no need to pick up the broken glass or sweep it away anymore. There’s no time for that anyway! But yes, I’m happy… I’m pulling a blanket over my knees. Coffee’s on the table. I’m sitting here reading a novel. It’s raining outside. Winter’s gonna hit any day now.
A pair of white feet pass so bright,
Leaving daffodil scents in the night.
A short-haired girl, with love so deep,
Nursing a dream she couldn’t keep,
Down by the Hudson River.
I carried you close in my jacket’s left breast,
Through fires and trenches, I found no rest.
Like a stuttering child at the blackboard’s sign,
I memorized you, line after line.
I stayed in my dreams, not wanting to wake,
Hoping the fall was a risk I could take,
Down by the Hudson River.
Oh, to kiss your fingers just one last time,
To comb through your hair with a fairytale rhyme.
If the lines on our brows could intertwine,
And your dark eyes could laugh once again into mine,
Down by the Hudson River.
If I came in your sleep, soft as the breeze,
To kiss your sweet eyes and bring you some ease.
Escaping the storms to your harbor so blest,
To lay down my head on your velvet dress.
And ask what befell you, my long-lost lover,
Down by the Hudson River.
Poem by: Hşim Hüsrevşahi (Hashem Khosroshahi)
Music: AI
