|sand & rain vol 2 no 1 contents|
|Volume 2 Number 1, 2003|
The sun sits on the horizon, warm and ancient.
Coming close to darkness it projects a bold shade of red
for the heart of the world, a beautiful view.
Some people are passionate,
others are narrow-minded and close their eyes
to the law of life.
The red shade is a message, a gift to the people,
the world becoming dark.
Night is rising and the day is finished.
Night brings mourning to the sunset,
the tears of the night are the stars in the sky
flickering, crying for the day.
Some nights there is moonlight for the morning.
Some days the bright sun can be hidden by cloud.
Sometimes the sky cries raindrops, sometimes blood.
A falling star, a meteor can clean the face of the sky
wiping away the tears.
When the sky is upset and cries the wind is its comfort.
Sometimes, light of the moon, light in the sky,
makes the light of love.
When the sky is upset in its heart dew spreads
on the ground in the morning.
If I go into the sunset I have no sky,
I have no moon or clouds for crying, nor wind
to make me comfortable.
I have no falling star or meteor.
I sleep on the ground with more and more soil on top of me,
Animals may have a party feasting on my body.
If I make a party for animals then I am alive within myself.
Mohsan Soltani Zand
4yrs detainee @ Port Headland & Villawood
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