Rubious by Aylin in the Dropland

Rubious by Aylin in the Dropland

I wish I were a cloud and got loaded and rained
and could have poured my drops on my land
or I were a mad creek, a rebel wind
and could have joined vineyards I wish I’d woken up to my mother’s voice,
and there was a drop of dew, a nightingale’s warble
the radio was on and a touching fiddle sound
wept the *Nihavend Acemashiran melodies I wish I were a whooper and hit the roads
and could have flied away to my own skies
and went back to my homeland at the crack of dawn,
and greeted those mountain ranges Neighbor’s girl, the morning star
summer gardens, green, purple, red
Oh, the cruet is rubious, the moon is crescent
I never saw a summer like that again…www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gdEIZkTTV4

Aylin in the Dropland: Photos