Her memory is like the beauty of the silted Nile,
Of sacred blue lilies and heron
And skimming eyes of the crocodile.

These thoughts of you,
are like the smallest pebble to the grandest mountain,
everything holds a certain value, contributing to
the intricacies of this existence.

And there must have been
an unpleasant disturbance in my heart; as if a pebble
was thrown in my eye’s still waters- causing many ripples.

Oh, it’s perfectly strange;
not quickly recognizing your own tears
anymore;- some people do cry better in the rain.

Tell me,
if I can make love to someone through my eyes;
Allowing me to truly witness and appreciate every
exquisite detail of them— my eyes would become
vessels, through which my adoration flows freely
for you.

All the wallflowers
Picking up the sun
Slowly walking towards
The madness
Moving statues
Entwined at the
Fingertips
You can find your
Picture on my wall
Walking on two legs
Facing the sound
Of empty eyes

Oh the beauty of her eyes
Hidden behind glasses so clear
They shine like stars
So bright and true
Despite the lenses near

Her gaze pierces through
Right to my heart
As she looks at me
Love written in every part

Her glasses add an air of mystery
Enhancing her allure
Her uniqueness her history

For behind those lenses
Lies a mind full of wonder
A soul that sparkles
A heart that yearns

Her eyes are windows to a world unseen
Filled with intelligence
Wit and dreams serene

So when she looks at me
Im lost in her gaze
For her eyes
They are the most beautiful sights to haze.

For **

-Özcan Sh.

you and me
we are far off on a foreign coast life
you in your black hoodie
me in my good girl clothes
entering our eternal summer
my cheeks blushing from wine
your hands locked on mine
dark nights, crashing waves
your eyes glows like champagnes
inviting me to dive