You know, sometimes the wind also whistles.
And a dry leaf falls down just after it.
Time stops over there.
Takes you away somewhere so far.
On a cold day, like your heart,
Drizzle rain hits on your window as well,
Struggling of each of the raindrops,
Takes you away somewhere far.
Suddenly, a shabby stone coffee house appears on the way of yours.
Without thinking even for a moment,
Without any reasons,
You find yourself in there.
Abruptly, a very experienced wood stove standing in the middle, greets you.
With the pleasant scent of wood ,
welcomes your cold heart as if it wanted to warm it.
When you sit beside it, gets to rejoice more and more.
And when it is at the most delighted moment,
Sizzling , starts to tell about its story of the past , present and so on.
And offers you fresh dark tea.
Again takes you away somewhere far.
Your eyes hidden behind your wet eyelashes,
Becomes an interpreter of your cold heart.
The warm chat with your warm friend.
While thinking how good it’s been.
In fact,without noticing,
Again and again takes you away somewhere far.
As thinking of time in your mind, the time.
Covers up even the deep wounds, too.
When you notice that,
Neither the time is the same
Nor the hearts are.
Even for a second ,you go on looking for without feeling tired and bored.
‘cos surely you know ;
Your cold heart which was left somewhere.
Waits , waits …
and yearns so much.
In each piece of lifetime,
the experiences which had been lived,
In the farthest, somewhere.
Aynur Ateş Aydın 2019