Acquainted With Clouds

With clouds well acquainted I am.
The flight of these unbound travellers,
across the realms of the wind.
Sometimes, in the moments of awareness
of being restless and wearing away,
gives me a pleasant comfort.
These friends, though their words are all but allusions, never fail in giving me a simple message, with such motherly affection.
Their message is to have a pause,
And to shake off all the dust;
And then, taking their colours,
Resting in their arms, ride on the Wind;
And with a serene heart
To perform the everlasting migration
Along the roads of conversation
Between the Sea and the Sun.
But, perhaps, these simple friends do not know
That, in this short pause, I must create again
the whole Universe with my own desire and in my own style;
And then I must look at it with the eye of my heart to see if it is in the right form, and in the right place.

Mahmud Kianush