Memories And Dreams Poem by Metin Sahin

jailhouse
evening
spring
memories
memories
the place
where memories waver
the moment they are heard
the season
they are smelled
and felt
a picture
neither a frame around
nor a name underneath
gazes at me
from the inside of the iron bars
falling on the walls
perhaps
this picture is hers
may be the other's
may be of both
where is she now
where is the other one
where am I
like invisible birds
crossing the mountains
crossing the oceans
only
our memories
binds us together
in our dreams
may be
forever and forever

NazIM HİKMET
Translatıon Metin ŞAHİN