Memente

We ride across the Bosporus Bridge Were you visualising bridges in London You gave me handful of green pebbles I can recall my frozen hands Then I drunk the light from your eyes I am in London I still sense you and crave Sipping my drink on Thames Looking up the sky And trying to read inside the clouds With the colour of your voice Send me a poem sometime… ©Günsel Djemal 22.09.2011