When Are You Coming Dear Poem by Deniz Atay

When are you coming? When are you coming, dear?
From the sweet laughters and fragile smiles
Of the dark sunny face, and hidden looks in between
The eyes of yours - From the places of the lions and the snakes,
From the jungles that do not acquaint with the wind that shakes.


Lunar nights and fiery fights... Days;
They went by like the train on the subway lines:
High steeps, low steeps... Just for the sake
Of a bunch of roses... Not a garden, not a reed bed -
Only for a bunch of roses.

Time is a kind friend, my friend,
My mistress, my angel... And my heart
Could only weep when I was walking
Towards the shadow of my light.

Ah! Now I see! The scene that I -
I wasn't able to see... And my mind;
It was trapped by two I's and
The eyes of Miss Fiery Lunar Blind.

Why would it flow and grow
Like a champagne meeting the sun
Behind a curtain-less mirror-like
Window, watching me endlessly as a widow.

The deepness of the dark blue sea -
She sees that You are coming...
Ah! Now I see that time is a kind friend,
For you are coming dear. You Are Coming.