The Sorrow of A Man

for Bernard

The clambering of the distressed moon

in a lonely sky

the silhouette of a lost bird’s flight

the shadow of the face of a loved one

had hidden away a man’s grief and his cry.


Then he came with his mournful red eyes 

with clamorous sparrows above his head

looked at her shadow beside him in silence

and threw the last rose of winter

towards her doleful absence.


There were sorrows of the dead,

of the wars of nations,

races and religions,

and famine and total destruction;


but none could depict the sorrow

of a man standing alone

in a room without her

looking out into an empty sky.

Copyright © Fereshteh Sholevar 2014