If I had a transparent body
Then I could have shown you when your love enters my heart,
It looks like numerous morning sunrays
Entering through the bones of my ribcage
And I’m exploding with light…
As if my heart is a bud
That waited for you enduring thousand nights of coldness,
As you feed it with your golden warmth
It blooms instantly…
And my emotions are dazzling butterflies
Flying around it
Dipped in vividness…

Lover, every poem I read,
I read with your face inside my eyes.
Beyond whiteness I climb,
Tinge that breaks on bookish cleavage
My iris wishes bonfire for such darkness.
Glow, glow, glowing ceremonies of
Our blessed letters swirl
Like the freedom of a thousand fireflies,
From the translucent jar named
Childish amusement.
I am that child
With drizzling thoughts on twilight toes,
Who walks mile after mile to drink light,
To polish the white nails of moon
Beneath midnight fantasy.
Sipping pages, caffeinated self,
Watches your feet in ballerina dream,
Rhyming rapidly.
Flamboyant ribbon-like memories
Adding colors to every breath I drop,
Clapping like cards of familiar hearts,
That fall one over another
Like I fell for you, being that scarlet.

Our silence is colourless,
Even thicker than the Milky Way.
Long lost dust of stars
Swim across our hidden souls.
Bit by bit we move
Keeping the asteroids in our eyes,
Welcoming the fragments of chiaroscuro
To reach for
Every pore of this space.
And still hope,
One day the big blue sphere between us
Will become small
So small that we'll crush
Its icy mountains
And melt it down into a river
Only to make the bridge of affection.

Into the whispering dreams
Of your faithful eyes
I walked for days of mist
Looking for the hope
That speaks to eternal images.
Sweet smell ran neck to neck
Inside the starry depth
Of your overwhelming mouth
And I bathed with your light
Kissing our smiles over darkness.
There I am a hidden path
Under quiet wind
Awaiting for snowflakes
Which drop from the wooden basket
Of your bicycle-myth.
Little by little
Paint me green with
Those frosty memories of incarnation,
To mould me in a tree
That only gives birth to
The sweet fruitfulness of us.

Days are passing by
So are we,
Apart from each other
Like the sky and the river
Flowing separately ripping the heart of eternity
Yet so together in affinity
Sleeping with empty dreams.

If I were a waterfall
I would have fallen in love
With your heart of stone
And you would break me from drop to droplets
Or I would have made you unstone.

If I were a rainbow
You must have written on me
Seven colours of poetry,
Though life doesn’t seem to rhyme
But I would have listened to you all night long
If you were a wind chime.

Since life isn’t a role playing game
You and me running parallel
Carrying different aims.
There’s no possibility to embrace each other
As life is not what it seems,
At the end of each day
We are still sleeping with empty dreams.

Snatching me from the valley of luminescence,
Drowsiness is devouring my mind
Little by little.
But,
Before submitting myself in the chest of darkness,
The yearning for your tender touch
Is still keeping me awake…

With the melancholic long scream of night owl,
Hourglass is dropping sand grains
Little by little.
But,
Before surrendering myself in the arms of slumber,
The craving for your tight embrace
Is still keeping me awake…