Zitrawyë

Zitrawyë

Zitrawyl lies in Moustadir

well beyond the Dië mountains

in the middle of an endless plain

deadened a little more year after year

by the sun and the drought

In times of old the town was called Zitrawyë

and the plain around used to be covered with thriving orchards

that yielded all sorts of fruits and vegetables and grains

making of Zitrawyë one of the granaries of Aldië

The country was still populated with tribesmen

who came from the four directions every season

and brought their milk and cheese

and meat and leather and skins and wool

that they sold at a large fair in the streets of Zitrawyë

and in exchange they could get all the provisions and tools they needed

The origin of Zitrawyë goes further back

to the first men and women of Falnë who sailed

and brought their wisdom and their knowledge to the world

in their trips they founded towns all around the world

that aimed to be lighthouses in the night

for the lost travellers and the nomads that roamed across the lands

In these lighthouses there’d always be warm hearth and a dry bed

for those who felt cold in their body and their heart

to rest for a moment and replenish their forces

Towns back then were not what they have nowadays become

and their foundation laid on hospitality and beauty and respect

instead of being enslaved to money and profitability and vying

Zitrawyl has now forgotten about its own origins

and its inhabitants have never known anything else

than the towers of glass and concrete that all around rise

and the hundreds of thousands of cars clotting the city streets

and the clouds of smoke blown all day long by the hundreds of factories

that have ended up obscuring the sky and making it permanently of a dirty light blue

instead of a crisp brilliant azure it once was

and the countryside all around has become home to highways and industries of all sorts

and the memory that it once was a thriving orchard has been wiped out

from the dry dusty flat land it has now become

 

 

About Erik Vincenti Zakhia

Dear all, I will share with you many of my poems, short stories, drawings and paintings telling of my journey of self-discovery and my reflections about life, love, art, spirituality, sexuality, kundalini rise, and twin flames. They all fall within the realm of Hazen. May you have an inspiring visit!

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