(to Hülya Yılmaz)
…and the day was so long
keeping emptiness on its wings
the one that envelopes me like
a lofty blanket
The day that was filled with
the melodies my father used to
feed our emotions… to repel
every stain of blame
to vanish every dark spot
in our hearts…
every dissonance in this
infra sonic field
…and those songs still shakes
our limbs
in every step we make
Then the woman I primordially
knew in my conciseness
for real touched us
as if we were her blood bonded
progeny that live only for
a igniting the spark of Love
so her Soul may emanate
far beyond the Understandable
Is she a woman one may ask or
a divine presence that warns
in every step of our erroneous path
On the aftermath of my youth
I stood firm and overwhelmed
by that immense bliss of her being
We feel her presence still- now
like a white neon colour cloud
flying over our heads
a nimbus that soothes us restless
