We drank in spirits and played in fields Enamored of Indigos, saffrons and teals There was fog in the space Between them and I Colors reach to touch God in the sky I envy the arc, stretched strong and wide As one brilliance blends into another Colors bow deeply to welcome a brother We humble servants, meekly pass under Rostam’s bow changes girl to boy, makes one the other Until the air grows dry and tires of the game And the mist opens its arms, colors reclaimed
