I had collected passion on their wings
And rubbed life on to their living faces
When they didn’t’t come I had fastened sorrowful September
Soaked bread…
I were the watchman
Until dawn…
The snow is gone
All gone
How fast they had forgotten
Oh…you disloyal
You will see it will snow again
Never mind
Let them be alive
I were lonely
A little bit
Only
They were by my side.

Poem by: Atilla Elustun 14/1/2003 - Emirgan - Istanbul
Translation by: Gunsel Djemal - London