Cansu

For Cansu If you have crossed a creek at twilight And seen the dew on petals of a rose If you have maybe heard an army of angels sing Just as a snowflake was landing on your nose If you have ever flown across the sapphire skies Or caught a glimpse of crimson butterflies If you have felt the autumn breeze around you swirl Or fell in love upon a young girl’s twirl If you have overheard the nightingale’s sweet ode While she puts her hatchlings down to sleep In short, if you have ever dreamt a dream that cannot be Then you might begin to understand The beauty of the creature that I love. Those black, doe eyes that bend the will Are so unknown and yet so kin I feel I’ve seen them once before Within the shadow of a dream And thus, as I try to recall, I am trapped within my tv screen. Regretfully, I turn it off. From now on, I don’t belong to me.