A Dove On My Windowsill Poem by Ayhan Diril

Your absence grows in my nights,
tearing my soul into pieces.
This helplessness sends me
in a dark cell.

Like a beggar in front of the door,
I wait for a sign from the Sultan.

Like rolling bushes on a desert,
I feel the storm is like hell.

There is neither a hi nor a smile.
Is it you or the mirage disappearing?
At least come for a second
into my dreams.

When a brown dove perches
Onto my windowsill
and smiles into my eyes
great excitement overwhelms me.

As if you will fly into my room,
I wait and wait for hours.
I see a dove carrying a tiny branch in its peak
I wonder if it is a small message from you.