Golden desert dawn over the land of Canaan: a caravan of camels crests a dune, and before a nomad tent a frail white-bearded father rises trembling as a radiant young man in a dusty travelling robe steps toward him…A humble mud-brick doorway that once framed only darkness now opens onto a courtyard bursting into a rose garden in fresh morning light — crimson and white roses climbing the old plaster walls where grief once lived…Full bright spring daylight in a Persian meadow: a nightingale with its throat swelling in song, perched beneath an arching canopy of blossom that spreads over it like a parasol…A long-exposure night sky wheeling in slow circular star-trails above the silhouetted dome and wind-towers of an old Shiraz skyline — the heavens visibly turning, rings of light spiralling around the pole star…A tiny wooden ark rides a vast black storm-sea under breaking dawn clouds; a lone robed figure stands steady at the helm as a single dramatic shaft of pale gold light splits the thunderheads ahead and lays a shining…Golden-hour desert: a lone pilgrim in simple travelling robes walks a pale sand track toward a distant luminous horizon, staff in hand and worn sandals on his feet.Blue-hour mountain pass in the Zagros: a narrow stone road winds upward through steep dark rock, rendered as a luminous pale ribbon climbing toward a single radiant point of light far above where the sky still glows.Intimate candlelit interior, deep night: the poet in the corner of a bare simple room, an old man with a serene deeply-lined face lit warm by a single brass oil-lamp…
