Songs Of You Poem by Deniz Atay

I

Come to me as a dream, 

Where flowers of dusk

Where lovers of day bloom



Come to me as a dream, 

Where night stays in hearts

Where lovelessness is the doom



Come, as you are the dream -

Where no hue in pleas grow

Where to please is to flow



Where you are the such dream

Ere the dreams you might know



Where you, my dream, won't ever feel low.


II

Where love goes, I long…
For longings, don't last long;
Every dawn has its morn.

And mournings… why
In sake of love and life in love -
Not even the islands are lorn.

Lone wolves of lone lands -
Do not assemble with eremites,
For love is "One' in being one,

For love longs for his love,
And him… he dreams in his afire love

And love… in the name of Love.


III

'What about love', wisdom said...
Wise men say but cannot tell
They are of love; theirs swell.

'How can you give to love -
Giving love is for those who love? '
"No, love itself, in wise men, dwell."

Where love is mute, wisdom is worn.
"What more can you quench? "
"Where love dwells, no need for an oath."

Love of creator is the love in creator. 
'In words, is love born, or reborn? "

"For Love's sake! It is both.'


IV

Dance in the greenish dreams, come
Where lullabies gush and the rivers hush.
Dance - internally and eternally with love.

Muse with muses, for they love to dance
And dance… he loves romance.
As I wish for the skies, for dreams suffice.

"No, nothing comes and goes off love."
Love is the pouring rain, the polite dancer -
And love… the answer of the bells,

The wells, the rivers and who tells
The songs of love and loves of songs -

Who abides in pearls, where Love only knows.


V

Those ancient rhymes all disguise
What lies in the vim of your smile
That touches your eyes in each reprise.

The mutual love of ours do improvise;
Going right at the heart of the dim,
Coming back with a pure surprise:

Harps can make feel like paradise,
While love can sound as harps.
And Day can only listen when he arise

And Night… she's one dweller in the skies 
When you and I watch the sleep going by -

For love in loving arms has no reasons why...