Stardust Dreams, by Mir Yashar Seyedbagheri

Stardust Dreams

I awaken into stardust dreams, sprinkled upon my ear,

ghost train whistling into the darkening air,

I learn to love, to let loose weary fear.

luster of dreams whispers. a woman in purple nightgown.

voice like too many joints, presses me to tender breast

I awaken into stardust dreams, upon aged ears.

The dreams she sprinkles across my weary age, so close,

so vivid, they consume the chalkboards of my mind,

and I learn to love, to let loose weary fear.

I wander happily in a world of poodle skirts and Elvis,

repression disguised as beauty, and she tucks me tender,

I waken into stardust dreams, sprinkled across my ears.

cue the projection’s rapid switch,

in Russia I wander amongst Tchaikovsky’s Pathetique. Carriage wheels stately.

Madame Pathetique, I learn to love, to let loose weary fear.

morning hisses in my weary ear. Once again.

I become a slave to reality. A rhythm without rhythm,

but tonight, I awaken into stardust dreams upon flesh-worn ears,

and I learn to love, to

let loose weary fear.

Inspired by my personal fondness for Romanticism and my fascination with the whirl of history, namely Imperial Russia.