Dressed in jet black silk gown on top
On her hair unique pearl hairpin ,the Fullmoon
A priceless necklace from the stars on the neck of the night.
Quiet, silent , clear.
Such a proud heart that never bends
Challenges the ugliness of the day
Ignores the evils and winks from the stars
To the beauties sprinkled on earth.
When it sees its innocent sweetheart,
Starts to work without thinking even for a moment
Falls a star from its necklace,
To make all the talismanic wishes come true.
the night is frosty, cold and lonely in its own silence.
The heart filled with compassion is also the protector, keeper and minder
Makes torn and ripped invisible
Without being perceived by anyone.
Makes painful screams inaudable in the silence.
Becomes a remedy for unknown desperation.
It becomes a handkerchief for the sorrows
that hid in the drops flowing from the eyes full of tears.
If they suffocate hiccups, become the rain that clear the wet innocent hearts
that remain from yesterday
Without making anybody disturb.
It’s unique and does not know to sleep
Never winks its eyes even for a moment,
Always on duty.
Keeping its guard on the sleepless, tired and shabby hearts,
becomes their sleep.
The blind darkness sets up its locksmith dinner
on each street, in each house, on each of the deserted corners .
Whereas chatting with helpless solitary loneliness,
becomes its buddy in its friendliness.
Without breaking someone’s heart,
Without someone’s hearing and knowing,
Without someone’s learning,
Without understanding and telling,
Without telling others and hurting,
Without sacrificing nobility and justice.
Gets them to encounter with
the enlightened tomorrows.
Aynur Ateş Aydın 2018