your hair

They have hidden the night in themselves

Not from those dark nights

But the night is quiet

And allows the moon

Land on your shoulders.

when they sit

He remembers that time must pass

and me

I have been used to standing like this for years

to the moment when the world

At the turn of a glance

And in the soft swing of your hair

He holds his breath.

watching you

It is my religion

silent mention

which is repeated every time

And every time

It takes root deeper in my soul.

If love

He had a place to stay

Not in words

and not in promises

Undoubtedly

under your hair

He was making a home

Somewhere in the middle of the night

That is safe

It is eternal

And it belongs only to me.

#Behnam_Mohtrami#