Odes, Tigris And Euphrates

Each thought you sound through your soft verse I replay them to my ear and each next line is to the first a melody sweet to hear as the seamless words flow with grace they are whispered on my tongue, you teach them all to mind their place then commingle when their sung. A simple truth needs complex care colored waves complete in white then what this simple truth I share has no product, has no right, on what rare tree does your fruit grow as it stands between the two, where Tigris and Euphrates flow what I write, I write to you. Envisioning your length, your reach as you channel to the last tributaries you seal and breach; yet, forever in your grasp, upon the apron of your lakes can I but embrace them all then nothing more my heart forsakes as your fruit begins to fall. Between the rhythms of your waves life implants her tender seed through sunlight's procreating rays each flowering plant will feed, upon their leaves they drink the dew which escapes the breath of night within their hearts the nectar pools and transforms the banished light. What ancient land divides the two? What history of her art? Mesopotamia, to you wedged between where rivers start and flow their course, their race to sea then empty with a searing toll pins the basin with their mighty surge and fills your Persian soul.