To My Muse Şiiri - Bahar Ada

You can't even smoke with a crippled hand.
My lips are blind to my words,
but my gaze—alive, burning quietly from within.
That is to say, I speak with my heart.
So, where are you?

You’re like a fairytale:
Once you were,
Then you were not.
I wish it to be however you wish.

Let the nights line up along the strait, without light.
Let, in your absence, the Black Seas embrace
the moonless Moon.
What difference does it make...
You seem to be in my arms.
I have embraced you,
Your consciousness surrendered.
I have become a dark sea, and your awareness is lost.

I do not panic.
When that sacred moment arrives,
your presence will fall away from within me,
my lips will loosen,
and my roads will make a wish.

To your sky, born of the sea of night—
they’ll whisper:
“Come to me.”

Gulê
2017