Hints

Like slight hints of cinnamon and cloves
whispering songs of antiquity
in a perfume full of wild roses of Isparta
I feel you… in those hints of life.
Missing… yet so much there
all present , yet all hiding
As if, though covered
in thousand veils of silk curtains
in concrete medieval fortresses
in skies after skies of surrounding nudity,
Yet all these efforts of veiling
reveals you more and more..
Like a universe revealing itself
in the eyes of the smallest Babushka doll.


And I write these songs of longing and hope
in pursuit of those slightest hints of cinnamon and cloves.


And i wonder
If , in so many curtains and nudity
you make my senses cry with joy,
what if the veils are gone
and I feel you….
beyond nudity, beyond thoughts,
beyond your senses, beyond my senses
beyond these empty words like love… and fears…and time… and living….
beyond everything……

11-Nov 2014
Luxembourg