Michal   (Mitak)   Mahgerefteh ~  Poetry    &   Art 

I lie lazily in a bed of grass.
Rays of the rising sun burst
into sparkling scintillating
light over David’s Tower.

Goats grouping on the rocks
wandering around my feet with
an occasional nip;  a sense
of vastness merges; time and

space mingle here. I go back
to self;  the land of my birth
gives a pearly beauty to the
world, like the erosive power

of a springtime river. I am alive;
the tension is released. The shrill
scream of my heart quieted by
the steady flow of ancient breezes.


by Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh