In Your Absence
In your absence, romanticizing you to perfection, Remembering no wrong or fault, You’re flawless in my memory. And when I return, I feel my soul activated, My senses jump start, kissed awake after a century’s curse, I become human.
I’m grateful not out of mere obligation, No this feeling, ever present like the snowflakes on the Alp mountains, I finally taste one, a child of the sand deserts sees a fountain, spilling intangible purity.
I learn not, yet become myself in your presence. Your wisdom needs not preaching, I hear it in each footstep, Tea cups refilled with fresh essentials to remind my heart it’s home once again, “Don’t leave again,” it asks me. I cannot answer as I’ve got no reasonable solution, I’ll gather what I can in our brief moments, In that crystal ball I’m unable to describe to anyone in words.
They call me obsessed and I take it as a compliment, It’s justified, it’s incomparable to any single experience, They’ve never been here, and if they claim to, Haven’t tapped into this pristine dimension, Of dream like miracles here on Earth, Why was I let to glimpse this world?
Let my ashes spread within your soil, Let my roots quench their thirst of your knowledge, Let me be in your presence, that’s all I ask for, Whatever land my journey takes me, I long to walk your pathways, You, envelop my imagination, My words simple, here gain dimension, Your aura magnetic, My eyes learn to cry, Through witness of mercy and unseen before generousity, Of your folk.
When I’m away, I question what others question me about, What is it about you that melts my apprehension, Refusing to choose another, You live on the tip of my tongue, And…I take good care of you,
Forget my troubles, I beam, at the sound of your name, I know I own this, This gift of knowing you, They think twas a dream,
Oh Istanbul, we know it was reality.
