Do not come to my headstone
Shedding tears
Because my love...
I am not there
I never went to sleep
I am the billion shinning
Stars in the sky
Phosphorescence in your sea
The impetuous rising swift
At day break...
Whirling seagulls
On top of your head
Immature grain seed
A sweetly shinning star
At night/
The smiling
Moon
Do not come to my headstone
Shedding tears
I am the rhythm of the
Moving grass/
Dance of the
Wriggling branches
Our words are still
Echoing
We heard them many times
They have spoken...
In our hearts
The warmest memories
Annihilates our sorrow
Do not come to my headstone
Shedding tears
I am not there; I didn’t die!

Gunsel Djemal 10/6/2009 Bromley Road- London