When it rains,
hide me by
your arms.

When it's sunny,
take me in a picnic
With your eyes.

When it's windy,
let's talk
about love.

But
in a stormy day,
hold me hard
and ..
Can you sing for me?

Every word
Said by a God
to his angels
..

Every artwork
painted by sunlight
on a window
..

Every story
told to
a sleepy child
..

I've
sung as them all
to the birds
..

about the girl
who unleashed herself
to be
a butterfly

I wanted to scream
While my mouth is closed
Like a concealive bullet.
To cry deeply
To look for a cat:
And sing for it sadly at least;
Put my face in the lab of my palms and shake:
Forward .. backward
Forward.. backward
Like a mother
who lost her daughter, suddenly.

Farewell is an idea;
A growing shrunb of evil.
You think it a flower;
Telling yourself:
She is being grow a bit,
and stay with me,
Bright forever.
..
sun vis-a-vis sun
rose vis-a-vis a rose
Song vis-a-vis song
Heart vis-a-vis heart
Cry vis-a-vis hug
A smile vis-a-vis stumple.

But the trees of Loss
Have black long fingers.

In the beginning:
They gently touch your fingers
-as if it is a begining of a hug,
Or a kiss on the wrist-
The fingers intertwine
Like two lovers who would walk
till the the borders .. of the sea.

And gradually
Everything glows
One by one
Until you sit alone
Face to face;
Contemplating the mirror of fire
Until you both turn into
ashes.

How can I tell a bird
about my screams
How can I explain to a mountain
the huge weight over my chest
How can I describe the missing
to a rainless cloud
How can i draw a heart
without real blood
How can grind my teeth
to hold a teardrop

I miss you.

Under inlaid sky
by emptiness
and
paved floor
with coldness

Carrying
bright colors
of pain

I meet you
while
you are sitting
at the edge
of the abyss
swaying your legs
as if it is
the paradise

We stared
at each other

this is an invitation
to expected end
or
may be
unexpected salvation

Stared at the silence
rejoicing the loss
and
singing the pain

This pathway
opened by blood
sweat
and human cell debris

We paid
our debts of emotions
and walked
Like a smile
waiting
to be planted
in the ground
of the freedom

1 second
before
the apocalypse

Like a toxic relationship:
We curse each other.
Slap each other.
Call each other by names.

And do it all over again
at the next day.

But
at the end of the day:
We hold each other's hand
With broken smiles.

That is us,
Me and the life.

So why
the bluish and reddish colours
of the fight
Only appear
over my body?

What is:

the time for a rose
the music for a tree
the sleep for a lover
the silence for a bee
the daylight for Kafka
the wine for a butterfly
the loneliness for a sailor
the white colour to the red

What is the world,
when i look into your eyes?