Who came and gone
from this crazy heart of mine
especially not from the dreams
but realm
as if there’s no other true love from mine
what is your hurry and disturbance
I passed from the grave yard today
as I was in full bliss
hanging across
many living
floating lives until hundred
then hanging plunder
come and dream on
crazy heart
you think you’ve got wings
but cannot fly
desperate not to be absent
from this cup bearer world
now crazy heart
soil will be thrown on your head
in front of you standing
four walled gates
nobody will hear your voice
screams are deaf and blind
like the ocean in your heart
such as roads, such as years, such as future
my past years...
there, feelings waiting to be repaired
and concerns
the language cannot express
sentences are in my eyes
in my words rain
it’s your turn to come now
untouchable from afar
in my body the death is sea
drowning...
where’s my cardigan?
I am naked
where’s conscious?
I am dead.

It was all a dream
I wrote a letter to you
read
reply
or drop a line
or appear at my door step one unexpected evening
and stay.

Günsel Djemal 12.6.2011