Unhad

I walked the woods at night,
The wind embraced the trees,
The stars spilled their light,
And I lost sight of my feet.

The rose was never red,
It was him who was behind,
I tried to follow where he led,
Only him I longed to find.

Because I saw myself with bonds of lace,
Hidden away in his abode,
With autumn leaves upon my face,
And fear of loneliness unborn.

And he caressed me with his eyes,
And put me to sleep on the softest silk,
High above, the reddest skies,
Down below, me on my knees.

Yet, what I saw could not have been,
Nor in a hundred lifetimes be,
Extraordinary what I'd seen,
Ordinary all he would see.

Until time made my mind's eyes weary,
And blurred out the aching vision
That had tortured me so sweetly,
Setting free this self infliction.

Nothing left but the sense
Of a perpetual extrinsic ideality,
That cannot be shaken away
From my distant and lonely reality.

To Aycan

Unmet, unknown, unspoken,
Before the thunder broke the sky,
Until the fearful path was chosen,
To find the poetry in life.

The wind stroked the trees with subtleness,
And painted the ground with leaves,
Holding the image motionless,
Submitting us to its decree.

Time stole from us reverberation
From the crash of our nights,
And left us with the stark sensation
That constancy comes back.

Yet, the distance won't lead to falter,
For the space deceives the eye,
And, while seizing seems to be farther,
Expectancy remains alive.

To Olga

With love made out of steel,
A heart forlorn won't stop to feel
The life that pours from darkness' light,
This candle's flame keeps burning bright.

Safe in memories' arms,
She killed unfinished wars,
And what may come she fears not,
Because a veil of gold she's got.

Like a petal from a rose,
This emptiness will fall,
And despite the years gone by,
This soul's still full of life.

Captive in the rain of green,
Until this day she's been,
And when the shadow fades away,
Her voice in time will stay.