"Bixby Canyon Bridge"

Song By: Death Cab for Cutie

I descended a dusty gravel ridge
Beneath the Bixby Canyon Bridge
Until I eventually arrived
At the place where your soul had died.

Barefoot in the shallow creek,
I grabbed some stones from underneath
And waited for you to speak to me.

And the silence; it became so very clear
That you had long ago dissapeared.
I cursed myself for being surprised
That this didn't play like it did in my mind.

All the way from San Francisco
As I chased the end of your road
Cause I've still got miles to go.

And I want to know my fate
If I keep up this way.

And it's hard to want to stay awake
When everyone you need, they all seem to be asleep.
And you wonder if you missed your dream.

You can't see a dream
You can't see a dream.
You just can't see a dream.

And then it started getting dark.
I truged back to where the car was parked
No closer to any kind of truth
As I assume was the case with you.

From Narrow Stairs, Atlantic May 2008

Leran more about Death Cab for Cutie visit www.Deathcabforcutie.com

Call Me Ishmael Tonight (select verses)

Ghazal By: Agha Shahid Ali

Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell tonight
before you agonize him in farewell tonight?

Pale hands that once loved me beside the Shalimar:
Whom else from rapture's road will you expel tonight?

Those "Fabrics of Cashmere–" "to make Me beautiful–"
"Trinket"–to gem–"Me to adorn–How–tell"–tonight?

I beg for haven: Prisons, let open your gates
A refugee from Belief seeks a cell tonight.

And I, Shahid, only am escaped to tell thee
God sobs in my arms. Call me Ishmael tonight.

from Call Me Ishmael Tonight © 2003

You can read more about the poet in the Saudi Aramco Article, http://www.saudiaramcoworld.com/issue/200104/a.gift.of.ghazals.htm

or you can visit the publisher http://www.nortonpoets.com/alia.htm

After Hafez

Ghazel By: Mimi Khalvati

"How ever large earth's garden, mine's enough.
One rose and the shade of a vine's enough.

I don't want more wealth, I don't need more dross.
The grape has its bloom and it shines enough.

Why ask for the moon? The moon's in your cup,
a beggar, a tramp, for whom wine's enough.

Look at the stream as it winds out of sight.
One glance, one glimpse of a chine's enough.

Like the sun in bazaars, streaming in shafts,
any slant on the grand design's enough.

When you're here, my love, what more could I want?
Just mentioning love in a line's enough.

Heaven can wait. To have found, heaven knows,
a bed and a roof's divine enough.

I've no grounds for complaint. As Hafez says,
isn't a ghazal that he signs enough?"

from The Meanest Flower © 2007

To learn more about Mimi Khalvati visit her site at http://www.mimikhalvati.co.uk/index.htm