Inside your brain my farewell

“Don’t go Sun I am awake at last”

no I have to go

they are calling. "Who are they"?

this is East under the sky

Do not mourn



II



would my heart carry?

at this hour

my crystal tears should not fall

sad departure



III



Grunting loudspeaker

with wet high-pitched voice

“Last call”

I'm running

V.I.P making way to



catch up with

the gate no. 208



away from the coast of Britannia

to re-discover with the gaping eyes

Istanbul looks so peaceful

from heaven

lucky and happy spirit

dressed in her coat

like a one charming woman ...

I have nestled in my seat





IV





crowded and misty steam

as approaching Britannia

clouds

are dyeing your scent

the veil is growing







V



Appeared smiling

green fields

I' ve put on pearl ornaments from the East

to my hopes

for that magical image





VI





from a distance temptation to sin

deadly

unites our souls

by looking at the sky

actually I've read and learned thee

and by looking at the letters reflected on Istanbul’ s face



But uh ...



without the existence of the insidious foxes.






© Gunsel Djemal 22.04.2011 Istanbul-London