The Streets of Tehran

The streets of Tehran

You are the streets of Tehran

Everywhere I look, you surround me. 

The pavement beneath my feet echoes your heartbeat ,

And the sigh from your lips is the breeze 

blowing gently through the trees on the

avenue.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

The windows of every building are your eyes.

watching me tenderly from a distance as I pass you by. 

Each brick of Tehran; created from your sinews, 

And the door that greets me 

at every house is the door to your heart; 

Stepping through that door,

unto the threshold,

I am home.