Far, far away

Far

far away

a pair of hazel eyes

is contemplating longingly the road of homecoming.

In the same faraway lands

a man—a father—

is smiling

concealing in himself

some melancholy.

Here

my instants, arrested in the throat of boredom,

are groaning with the scattered memories of the past.

I pick a green apple from the plate

and start nibbling it

to make you beautiful.

I know

you, too,

will bequeath a smile

and a hazel gaze

in this cherished  space.

June, 2008

Los Angeles

Translated by Samvel Mkrtchyan