Passion on their wings

I had collected passion on their wings And rubbed life on to their living faces When they didn’t’t come I had fastened sorrowful September Soaked bread… I were the watchman Until dawn… The snow is gone All gone How fast they had forgotten Oh…you disloyal You will see it will snow again Never mind Let them be alive I were lonely A little bit Only They were by my side. Poem by: Atilla Elustun 14/1/2003 - Emirgan - Istanbul Translation by: Gunsel Djemal - London