heart beats at wireless windows

ancient loneliness

as the steam train

whistling sounds in the summer in Istanbul

disappears from view

when no one is looking



higher and more persistent sounds of your heart than mine

is it a child’s toy whipping the air?

willing to race at the speed of the sun



at night, your double-time

blows increase

on the eve of your breath mine slows down

even though sleep takes us closer to death

as life allows



when united in the dark

I see the separate course of our lives

your heart will continue to clatter

when mine is covered with snow

search, snow, tracks overnight

screams in the south east London.



©Günsel Djemal 04.08.2011