Come to the window/in the sweetness of the night
timbre is beating the sea
listen, your roaring heart
is tearing the stones of my sea
withdraw/make love
come back
from the peaks of the waves
commence/halt
again and again and
wipe...
the sadness’s’ notes
as you have wrapped every time
the shores of my world
you were reaching and folding...
now/melancholy
long/draws back at your breath
the winds of the night
endless
the pebbles of my world
stays naked
...so where is it?/
we were the clashing armies at night.

Günsel Djemal 23/1/2010 Bromley Road