in the apple of your eyes
had drunk the sea
bathed on the shores of
your lips
to my suffering
your shoulder
were a port for me
in the stormy weather
have found refuge
and cooled
in the shadow
of your eye-lashes…
only…
had had stumbled
on the way
from your brain
to your heart

Poem by : Atilla Elustun - Istanbul 26.11.2004
Translation by : Gunsel Djemal - London 26.11.2004