Will you come to me?

See the morning rose has blossomed How full and fresh its gaze The table spread with poems of sunlight yellow curtains sway with poetry's rhyme; Floating your flock of hair Setting waves in the wind alone Will you again come tome? The birds in the garden, happiness murmurs in the leaves, Shirts and pyjamas on hangers tremble like untold dreams Will you come to me with your scented breath? White pigeons shedding feathers on old grave flies off to the sky; on the strong arms of grave-diggers suddenly leaps up a jasmine flower smiling sweetly; will you come again to me? So many dreamy telegrams on telephhone strings As if enchanted flight of birds------- Dripping your moonshine voice in the air Will you come again to me? Bird cries among rains, eyebrows, lips, Rain flow relentlessly like loneliness tearing the knitted soul Will you again come to me? At twilight I have finally found a golden key to open A non existent door, an unkempt boy stands holding a crane in his hands.. Newspapers fly like silken flags discarded coffee tins and lamp holders---- Full of dreams , I go to sleep In the shade of wordless silence Will you come to me again????