We will meet soon
But we will soon part again
Not knowing the next meeting place.
...
Before the sun climbs over
the walls of the mud houses
unknown Bedouins return
to rest themselves in my dreams
...
Summer's Fog
Morning is not here yet
I cannot see
The sleeping town in front of me.
...
Everything is ready
the windows cleaned
the paths are clear today
and you are searching through the old cassettes
...
Lowering my eyelids
I transcend high into the vast sky,
Passing through the space
Between tow clouds
...
Morning tea is dark
Like the night behind our house
Where the sun lost its way
And the air did not stop to greet our trees.
...
Everything is in place
Your mirror
Your gem stones
The burning oil pot
...
Summer's Fog
Morning is not here yet
I cannot see
The sleeping town in front of me.
...
Maybe
It is a cloud
Over shadowing my heart
Since early morning
...
We will empty all the rooms
Soon
The balcony we washed together
Would be empty of the shadows
...