The graveyard of gods

[Mojtaba-Iraqi]

Roaming above the Silence's howling
And unfolded damp sand
Of the graveyard
Of gods,
Under the weeping sky and furious night,
I stepped on the dusty dreams
Of long gone gods.
Left in the hands of oblivion , the protector of graves,
Those dreams were swept and cleaned,
Cherished and loved.
I rested my head in his lap,
And waited for his cold hand
To close my eyes,
In the graveyard
Of gods.