my arrack/wine
my straw…
my soil/green…
my sorrow
longing/you
one lost rose bud/i
the wild flower…
i the sin/day and flood
even if it’s a dream
when greeting the morning
seeing you
tells me lot’s of things…
feelings don’t fit in to two words
in thy heart there is one deep wave…
can not describe…
feeling you
can’t tell
the door/ and the window of thy heart are open
waiting…with your smile, smell, skin, silently
come to me…
i am missing you.

Günsel Djemal -7/2/2009-London