A Lonesome Rose - #1 - Poem by Deniz Atay
I saw thee in a dream,
Around thou, there was no gleam..
Only thine! On a park down-town,
Amid the greenery, sown
On a shady field: 'noone saw'.
Thou waken me, and there was no need,
I had plenty of dreams I had to feed,
That; I left behind all of them
To reach out thy love’s seed.
Nor oceans and seas, nor continents,
Nor nights, nor days, nor the miles,
Would build borders for our dreams,
And disguise thy lively smiles.
But alas! Thy lofty secrecy...
Thy impassable boundary,
Forever thither, forever thine,
Triggers my mind, like the wine.
But I, have never used that word,
And I, have never lost my faith.
And for, thy worth is unprizable
I’ll gain thy soul Saint.
Saint, that no love can fill the rest
Nor the rest of others’ guests:
There’re ones, died, and came to grief,
And thou, never feel any ease.
But, as time flows on and on,
Thou will taste the youthfulness.
And quite a while, others,
Won’t get out of old presence.
Thy story – never been told –
Nobody has ever bought or sold
But in all dreams I dreamed,
Thou were there; as a pure gold.
These are words, I would’ve told long ago,
And I’m wandering since I wakened up,
And I wonder, if my heart’ll reach thy soul,
After the bud, I’ll find, the wonder I look up.
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