You are courageous

To my Ayse And it was you with long fingers Pointed soft open pouring phosphorescence On the lines My pen; Making me write poem Kissable hands And it was you Speaking dumb Were the dreams of the blind? The hollow in my heart until now... Wanted but couldn’t see Your feather hands And it were you And it was your desire, like a breeze You were the wind in my hair You wanted to come And were innocent baby .../you are mine And it was you One/unique Had intention to go Determined not to return Although you are far away This is the reason you are still with me You have made me happy And honored Now I am at that village Confused, fearful, mad ...You/are mine And you are courageous Poem by: Atilla Elustun 11.09.2005 Taksim-Istanbul Translation by: Gunsel Djemal