To take the cold away from coldness
And boil down all fear to their absolute pleasure
To let the mind touch all corners and make them
round
As time does to passion so we can call it love
To sit by the fire and feel your feet so far
Away from the roads that once led to pleasant names
To be pleased with what you have and dream simple
dreams
With others, or alone when in a world full of brown eyes
To quietly know that you have become who you once were
A child
And be ready to discover again
January 22, 2016
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2016
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