Infants Remembered In Silence (IRIS) - Poems - To tell you again of the state of my heart,

To tell you again of the state of my heart,

- Rassouli

To tell you again of the state of my heart,
This is my desire.
And to hear of the longing of my heart,
This is my desire.
On so precious a night,
Majestic and rare,
To hold you until morning,
This is my desire
O God, to enter the pearl
as tender as you,
In the darkness of night,
This is my desire.
O early morning breeze,
Help me tonight
So that I might blossom at dawn,
This is my desire.
Behold I would hoard this story,
Already told,
Away from my rivals,
This is my desire.
The honor of sweeping
The dust where you walk
With the tip of my eyelashes,
This is my desire.
Like Hafiz, despite all skeptics,
To be free
To utter the poetry of my soul,
This is my desire.

- Rassouli

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