Good morning

Good morning (for my husband Attila Elüstün) I set the clock Turn off the lights Do not sleep or dream Lie down in bed Move your fingers around in the past They tell more than they reflect it is the hunter of fire Bringing home your hat and coat and making you to take off your shoes The place you are stepping on is distraction Absorbing walls Burying the sky Volcanic Clouds have turned into mountains and they are sucking the oxygen from the photos daily life is eternal lovers live to search for hot ashes in the ruins inside the charcoal ruins So that it can turn Into a purple butterfly. Despite the sadness of love. Rain is not time Time does not turn into rain. I woke up. Good morning, Atiş.