scent of a fig tree

thick in the summer air,

shadows of her beautiful hands,

like Shiva,

kneading the darkness, dancing.

drops of sweet white juice

on the way back from school

in the summer heat

the desert shining like a silver sky

through the long night,

this longing for you ripens and thickens

we dive toward insanity

you pluck my chords,

and the song echoes the universe.

each day, each night.

the night you made a promise:

the day of reunion,

I count up the days,

every day and every night.

thirst near to my eyes,

drops of sweet white juice,

the shadow of a fig tree

quiets my soul.

- Reza Derakshani