Southwest wind

The man; as distressed His skies were melting Cloudburst in his eyes Jealous of the sea-gulls’ Misses running in the meadows When staring at the horizon Memories of his kite days; falling to his face Falls out with himself; to his dreams The beating of the past Southwest wind… The full moon is defeated at nights. Poem by: Atilla Elustun - Erenkoy-Istanbul 26.12.2006 Translation by: Gunsel Djemal Dulwich-London