MY COLOURFUL LIGHT PIECES

My childhood, by my bed,

Spinning in the light of a dim lamp.

It catches the illusions that gently spread around.

The lights, those little coloured pieces invisible to everyone...

A golden glow in the palm of my hand,

One day I called my mother.

Did you see it?

She smiled, she'd seen it too.

My little magician,

who came years later with a thousand sparkles in his pocket.

I'm going to give you

I mean

Where the most indescribable definitions are experienced

I waited in the left corner.

I walked around with you,

I forgot all directions, I just turned,

Between the little pieces of coloured translucent light.

Can you believe it?

I was alive.

Now my head is spinning again,

Life floats through my palms.

Little coloured lights,

It just flows...

Shards of light are raining down on me.

And I can't hold it anymore.

Emel Kilic