once upon a time the fingers of
my thoughts knew which notes
they have to press down
my heart would sing a child song
as the strings of my soul
have been played soft
once upon a time
the sound of dance music
drowned out the scary rumble
appeased the severe storm
and a cheerful child
would dance alone
without menace
I wish I could remember the song
playing for my inner child
dancing again
Your velvet breath
is the soft cover
for the broken seasons
the fondling of
your cottony fingers
is the salvaging cure
for the gashed green
the remembrance of
your warm kiss
is the refreshing trace
on the faded cheeks
of passing days
and
I am the cold scar of
last slap left
by the howling wind
in the numbed face of
final day at the autumn’s last gasp
some nights
my dreams are covered
by the mist of my sighs
and drops of sorrow roll soft
on the veins of my dried heart
looking for a bit of light
in the autumn of my life
now I can stand the cold dark
as a candle is lighted in the night
as your bright eyes
flare dancing flames
reflecting on my grief
rolling on the falling leaf
but I wish
It’s cold outside
my lostness steps
in a twisty steam
the loneliness wrapped
in a haze of smoke
rising from my teacup
time passes unbeknown
as memoirs for hours
evaporate my mind
to the blurry skies
an upcoming warming at once
between my two fingers
says to me in whispers
put out the cigarette butt
in the ashtray
throw down the remnant of
past days from balcony
It’s cold outside
I have to get out of
my thoughts
going inside the kitchen
emptying the tasteless chilled tea
I should pour some fresh life
with rising steam of
hot hope into my cup
sing in a whisper
the longing song of
dried written veins
read literally
the teared papers of
falling days
pick the yellow desires
spread them gently
on the pavement of
my new dreams
keep dancing chantingly
with the reminiscence of
the green seasons
I can hear the sound of
my diary crunching
under the steps of you and
the grey strands of my hair
oh caress my hops,
the blowing wind
I need to feel your voice
on my face
as we walk together
in an evening of
another November
Bizim Art 