Morning lights
That kiss your glasses
While you sit down.
Your eyes on a note
Hiding a secret
With the numbers.
The head still,
The fingers scroll
While you focus.
Recalling strict rules
That makes order
without oppressing.
An explanation to find
In the depth of the mind
While you shiver.
A thought in the head
That stops your hand
Without warning.
The pencil drops
Between the sobs
While you stand up.
Your eyes on a note
Hiding a secret
Looking for peace.

I capture the sunlights,
that dress the flowers in red
and caress the fallen leaves.
The pines scent floats,
brushing against my hair
carried by the fall breeze.
A yellow leaf moves,
dancing in front of my eyes
while I’m thinking of you.
Wishing to color the view
outside your door
with this feeling of calmness.

I asked to someone to draw something after reading this poem, Enjoy the outcome :)
I heard the voice of the snow, lifting my scarf.
Between my feet, the cold and the softness.
Flakes on my nose, like flower petals
That donated their scent to the wind
And their colors to the sky.
I heard the voice of the tea, calling me back home.

4 a.m.
My dry throat wakes me up
Few steps to the fridge
And back to the bed
Waiting to fall asleep again
Random thoughts move at night
Memories of chats and frames of images
A post pops up in my mind
“How to interpret these dreams?”
Have I ever dreamt of something so remarkable?
A supermarket is next to my house
People outside
Coffee and beers
Adults were talking
Always the same words
She and I
Two teens
The only place where I could find her
The road in front of us
The last place where she walked
Before disappearing
A friend I would have never met
If not in a dream
A mystery I have never solved
That sometimes comes back to my mind

Nothing but a sinister mist in front of your eyes.
That turns dreams into nightmares,
Youth into old age.
That makes you slave of a place,
prisoner of a memory.
The hand shakes,
The air is thin.
The fingers tremble around a pencil,
letting pour the despair.
The breath gets calmer,
the tears dry.
Keeping a sheet in front of your eyes.

Picture taken in Istanbul, December 2017