Departure bills
when your departure bills rang
I hoped to tell you ..do not leave
Do not leave.
Because my eyes will cry your departure
As if they are the clouds of the sad november.
I had no idea that my poems will shatter following
your departure
Just as the cold autumn leaves.
I had no idea that
My letters those whom I decorated
For you will melt sickly and painfully
I had no idea that spring will leave
Following your departure
I had no idea
That the trees and flowers will beg you
Not to leave
Never to leave. I had no idea that I will stand right
there watching your departure, just like the rock
which is hit by
Departure waves.
You , the departing sun when you left , the sparrows
Left accompanied with the last string of
Your departure..how much the flowers miss your light
How badly did they want to tell you
That you are the only warm sun in this universe
And that your rays will not harm me
Or burn me but you left fastly
You, the version sun
When I write my words , I get scared speaking
How long I gazed in space looking for you among the
clouds ,flying in your sky like the pigeons.
You, the sun
My eye is afraid of telling you how much I liked to
tell
The world that I live once I see you
And I liked to say loudly to the sky, the fields, the
mountains ,  and vallies that you are not dreams, you
are not fantasies
But you left fastly.
You , the departing sun
You did not leave my eye oneday as,when I was looking
to you
My dream ship used to sail in your warm water
And my soul was flying by angels wings
Accompanied with every tender smile.
How much the swarrows sang over my poetry branches.
And how much the butterflies flew dancing for your
Coloured eyes sack.
How much I played your name using my dreams guitar.
I waited your coming drawn with the most beautiful
coloures.
I waited your dawn coming, but you left fastly.
I no longer play over my harps but pains.
I have nothing left from you but light strings and
memories.
How much I liked not to be separated by distances,
How much I liked not to let age , fate to separate
between us.
You are the sun
Iam the moon it is impossible for both of us to
travel.
It is impossible to let humans enjoy our lights
together .
It is impossible for our dreams to be fate.
Wednesday     11-10 -1995