in the shadows
the sun never cast
shadows we rarely
sense or see
exclaiming
holier than thou
in pious purity
yet living lurky
in the clarity
that's a misty
gray relativity
of a betwixt
that's neither this
nor purely that
and we are
moving in
opposite paths...
on a line
or a circle?
listening to only
the armenian
offerings
shivali over
and again
your govand
and daldala
our kiughagan
noble peasantry
these natural ayres
these highland airs
centered and
grounded, rooted
in an idyllic past that
only music keeps
best alive
and now...
your essence
your best
a soft lament
a taksim
timeless in
timelessness
carrying us
to our lost lands
on your reedy breaths
almost covering
the holes
in our hearts
our livers and
our collective
souls
