LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER

Stay, stay here; it’s so quiet, it’s so quiet here like

happiness, as if change has ended or the sea has

undertaken the responsibility of our movements too;

and we, through this window, not being in any danger,

can observe it while we feel enchanted by all these

fleeting watery shapes, by these painless cries,

the causeless noise, the faded colours, reflections,

transitions, uninvolved, already flattered by your

knowledge about the unaltered water under the noisy

and threatening gestures of the wind. Do stay.

In a while you’ll discern the undivided, humble silence

under the shredding of its echoes; you’ll discern it like

politeness towards yourself; especially during

             the twilight

when the room smells of salinity, smoke and oil and

a strong fragrance of seaweed, the wind and homely

quietness, along with the warm aroma of the coffee

and the endless hoarseness of the horizon; that time

you feel as if you’re in a comfortable, secure

              alcove

dug in a circular manner in the futile noise, and

sometimes from a loud thud, an exquisite oscillation

as if a beloved hand touches you while you sleep,

              though it doesn’t wake you up,

while at the same time it gives you the sense of

relaxation and the touch of your beloved hand. Yes,

              stay for a while.

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Prayer

Then came the hour of our prayer, useless chains unto which

we sacrificed youth and vital tree shoots. The vacant plaza with

a few finches in the shrubs, the only answer to our questions.

Greediness of the selected few reigned over our symbols,

holes poked through our youthful dreams.

Someday we shall change the world.

Someday we shall create something better.

The steps of the stairs creaked as if from the heavy steps

of our dead, steps full of guilt which smart people had placed

deep inside us since the ancient times. The cypress was always

silent on the opposite sidewalk. Myriads of fallen leaves,

soldiers in the front line, while He stood on top of the table

and we heard Him as clear as a bell when He said.

I like those who choose their self-destruction.

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