Lift The Clouds Poem by Gonca Özmen

Slowly resemble a courtyard
It's better this way

Nurture a coolness in your mouth
Study the language of windows

Comprehension's roof is leaking, look, in every house
Unravel my writing
Rearrange all the sounds

Who taught us these sounds anyway
Who drew the sky

If you go, distant cities will smear onto my face
If you speak, my silence onto water

Lift the night off you
It's better this way

Save a dream for your flesh
Dissolve into the void of words

Translated by Deniz Perin and Arzu Eker