The Rope

in a deep hole
i've got a rotten rope
the darkness has lit everywhere
there's no light,no feeling.just pain!!!
[coldeness...numbness...]
my hands got tired.can't tolerate anymore...
what am i waiting for...
why don't i leave the rope?
to free my tired hands...
to fall into unknown lands...
because....
when i look on that top
i see moony light in a starless night!
where is this moonlight from?
what is the lightener of this moon?
yes...i know...
Nazanin!!! you're the back sun of this moon
i feel the warmth of your being
how it warms my coldness within...
how it strengthens my hands...
i can see outside the hole
i see you up the hole
i see how your kind hands get the rope
affection of your hands,warmth of your being,purity of your heart
yeah!...i feel them ALL,through the rope
just like a stream...
watering my desert within
oh Nazanin!you are the reason i exist
the reason i don't leave the rope
the reason i keep my hope
i wish i could climb all the way to you
wish i had wings to fly toward you
then i could see your moony face
hear your lovly voice
whispering in my ears;
"i am with you my dear
call my name...
i see you beside me
i caress you,look at me"
but i have no wings to fly
and...
the space between us is so far
the rope is rotten,near to fall!

Present to Nazanin A-J