Now sitting on my balcony
Inside the deep cup
golden daffodils
the horizon line
wrapped with
red and pink
I’ll wait
linen stems to be matured
like your eyes
green
the cotton flowers to bloom
morning in the sky
just like the clouds
on my mountains/on your hills
when the sound of the aircraft echo’s
at your serene waters
I will come to rest
…but I’ll wait for the narcissus to bloom.


©Günsel Djemal 2.3.2010 London