Anahit Arustamyan

Voyages

Mirages, mirages, you are the witnesses of my voyages.
Mirages, you are wanderers that come back to me.
Voyages, voyages, let the sea sing.
My old clock, I hear my phone ring.
My old clock, make your hands move me.
Mirages, you are the tales that I read.
Voyages, you are the ways that I heed.
Voyages, how many times have you come to me?
Voyages, are you my fantasies?
Mirages, you are the faces of my memories.
So many silent clocks look at me.
I still have chiming clocks around me.
So many silent phones joined my memories.
I still have ringing phones on my voyages.
Voyages, I still sail on my life’s bubbled sea.
Mirages you are the witnesses of my passages.
Voyages, voyages do keep my mirages.