Tonight all the stars have faded away, I need to see more the sun in the morning

Arslan Bayır, a renowned poet and writer from Turkey, shares his poems

Arslan Bayır, was born in 1958 in Bayır village, Alanya District of Antalya. He completed primary school in the village, secondary and high school education in Alanya, and education institute in Denizli. He completed the undergraduate program of Anadolu University Turkish Department in 1999. He published 35 books in the field of poetry, story, research and children’s literature. 25th in Turkey. He received 8 international awards. His articles, poems and stories were published in magazines and newspapers in 42 countries.

POOR NIGHT

Tonight

All the stars have faded away

I need to see more the sun

In the morning

There is time

There is no water seller

The stars and the moon

Barefoot

The pole star

First of all

There is one’s fault

With a love face

And faith

Open the cage

For the wispy

Purple goldfinch,

Let it fly flapping its wings

On a pleasant evening

The cage has been a steel armor

Beyond time.

***

IN THE EVENING WIND

I looked for you in the evening wind

I looked for you in the sound of the violin

Everyone has a spouse or a lover

I am not one of them.

Now the waltz has begun

All the lovers have mated

It’s only me I haven’t

My heart looked for you in each of them.

As dawn turns into evening

Into despair

Waves dream

In your body

When legends get old.

Imaginary worlds are created

The darkness fear

Reads your heart.

If he sends a smile

Behinds the curtains

And you start

Speaking by yourself

The words are imaginary

They turn off your brain.

***

BUGGY EYES

The moon shines at night

A tomorrow

Misty eyes like his gaze

Yellow staining

Got him drunk

Tastes like a lousy wine

The lily blue of the night

Is gone

The moon is pale to him

Just like the color of tobacco.

***

FAR AWAY

Time has stopped

Everything turned upside down

Roses opened on the horizon

Far away from me

Half of my life was spent close to steep cliffs

Like dead end roads.

***

BEAUTY

I took the full jug from your hand

I took a sip and drank your beauty

I looked into your gazelle eyes and I saw

Your beauty in wheat skin.

***

EMBER

Your eyes became the ember that burned inside me

Your glance flowed from your eyes to me

I carry your fire inside myself

Your eyes looked like they were speaking to me.

***

THE COLOR OF ASH

Interspersed with the blue sky

The ashen clouds

Keep turning

Around the sun

In the pale dawns

Remnants of angry lights

Like the moon.

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