REVERIE
A silvery curfew grips the shore,
The lulling sun bleeds to the sea,
And I can’t help but yearn
For a pinch of eternity.
If I had an hourglass
I’d fill it with the cooling sand
And breathe relief as she refused
To mark awestruck time in my hands.
If I had in my humble pockets
The remnants of a melody,
I’d weave them into a pair of wings
And gift them to a reverie,
And let her fly and fall in love
With the poem of the waking sea.
Evita Arakelian currently studies music at the University of Tehran. Among her hobbies is making miniature figurines, including a set of Harry Potter characters, Mozart, Beethoven, Sherlock Holmes, and an upcoming one of Shakespeare.