Bound to guard the simple things, but the heart is somewhere far.
“i can still see the trails…”I am the lonely guardian
of this ancient Persian palace,
once filled with slaves, rich men-of-honor
and merchants from the shores
faded on the map.
Once a destination for the citizens and peasants
making way across the plains
towards a golden gate;
tired necks are holding heads
curious, with awe,
some fear and plenty pride
for the power of the Shah.
I can still see the trails
with sandal marks on
flattened islands of the grass
scattered dots across the sea of sand.,
Now it’s quiet, empty, and a little sad.
Palace now is out of touch
too small, too old for brand new Shah,
so lays forgotten on the lonely edge of a lost empire
stretching from the desert to the mount above.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Thank you very much for any help!