Zoroastrian

You never cross the bridge,

On the verge of doubt

You withdraw

Retreat from the river

Jump into dreamland

Tuck yourself into shade

Answer questions in a perfunctory manner

And look, I, too, was tired and broken

Dedicated to existing

Long enough to kiss the sun

Again

I remember a man, a son of Zoroaster

So unlike the tired stranger I became.

I wish I knew from the beginning

How eyes can be a fountain of sacrifice

How clouds can sleep on your chest

Across the green bay that's deep

Clean and clear like a fantasy of childhood

I wish I knew from the beginning

That in my heart I have a balm for every wound

We humans inflict upon each other

I wish I knew from the beginning

That light is often dappled

Skies stippled and emotions contradictory.

We all need good friends and family they hold the key

To the secret garden in which spring is the only season

Remember, the door is not always closed

You can open it with stories

Simple but astonishingly true stories.

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