I am lost and alone in an empty home,
With as many tears as would make a sea,
I have written and fought and gallantly lost,
I have utterly forgot how to be me

i leave droplets of tears,
whenever &
whatever
i write
...
.

I don't think
I've ever live
for love.

Responsibility is quite heavy...

I listen to the rain in Istanbul
birds sing silent melody
the streets are full of mystical light
I walk through the Sufi path
recite the poetry of Orhan Veli Kanik
and my eyes are shining with sweetness
I listen to the rain in Istanbul
the voices of the Grand Bazaar
merge with the echo of the saint texts
I taste the sounds of the eternal Istanbul
and my heart is filled with joy

Childhood in Poland.  
Carefree and warm.
We flounder in the water like beavers
and although leeches pinch us in the calves
we build the dam.  

The river is dreaming.  

Reflecting as in a mirror
the familiar faces
of friends and loved ones,
they forgot me,
their children have grown up
and gone into the unknown.  

The river is dreaming.  

And I’m still standing on the footbridge.
I'm afraid to jump.
Cross the dam of time.

The sky is flying
like the light echo of time
life is infinite