Like a Pilgrim — Moniro Ravanipour

I raise a rainbow sail

Distant stars

drove me to him

to the desert

that is not a desert

I came from Shiraz that was Shiraz

all the way, crickets playing the timbrel [tambourine [??]

fireflies on the canvas of darkness

painting

with light

drew his face

so as not to lose my way

not to mistake someone for him

On the way

I reach the gold diggers

passing through Nevada

to Denver

tired

empty faces

with heavy bags

full of gold

One of them shouts:

Take us to Denver on your ship

I say:

I have come from Shiraz and will go to Shiraz

I am looking for Sleeping Beauty

a man with a loud voice

tattooed arms

dragon tattoos on his shoulder

wandering, restless stars on his firm chest

Did you not see him?

I say:

With a kiss, I will wake him up

then we will go to Shiraz together

The gold diggers shout: Denver, Denver

the gold diggers laugh, loudly

the sky cracks from the sound of their laughter.

the clouds gather, and rain

rain

My ship ran aground in the rain

my ship that was driving in the desert

in the desert

the wave rises

I don’t want to sink

I struggle

grab whatever I can

and finally, jump on a butterfly’s shoulder and wake up

wake up

Source: Substack