Memories on the Wall

by Jahangir Sedaghatfar  (Trans. by R. Shaoul)

Shoulder to shoulder we stand,

On the threshold of manhood,

Mosaic frame holding our carefree figures to the wall,

Smiling across the years in somber black and white.

Yet memories explode in a rainbow of colors,

Green buds of hope,

Red blossoms of happiness,

A golden halo of friendship.

All the while, behind the bright hues,

The wall begins to crumble,

The memories begin to fade,

As patiently, relentlessly, time waits to steal my rainbow.