Time isn’t true.
It doesn’t bring me you.
I slept all night
and my dreams, perhaps, were bright—
but something wasn’t right.
I was instantaneously awake
in black rain
to find my dreams and the time were fake.
Had the morning come?
Years are gone—since you and I loved.
Isn’t time a nuisance to those who kiss?
Can you recall that restless evening?
We both observed the sun declining.
We felt the picturesque surroundings.
We shared every sound.
A distant bus whining.
Our country, at last, was no dream.
Smiles fell into alleys.
American and Persian were a team.
How did time evaporate you?
Time wasn’t true.
Lengthy shadows on architecture descending.
Was it going to rain?
Our days have descended into Hades.
You are in Hades, captured by pride.
Time ate what we felt inside.
What wind is this? Time wasn’t true.
What did I expect of you?
Time, the vampire, with fake black wing,
floods the world with its darkening.