I call out—
No more I wander in the land of faded flowers… my beloved is gone,
No more I ask, for I dwell in a forsaken rose garden… my darling is gone.
My soul is a fire, my hope—a bird with broken wings;
I cannot open my sorrow to a friend, I am in a vast desert… no remedy remains.

My heart drifts like a leaf, helpless… no branch to cling upon,
I am lost along the threads of fate woven by the night… there is no light.
Volcanoes erupt within me—who knows if these flames will ever fade?
I am a ship with a lost compass… there is no harbor to take me in.

With every breath I whispered “You,” the fire spread across my skin,
Am I a modern Kerem? One letter was enough to burn me within.
Love is a blaze, a fire, sometimes a silent scream;
My heart became a flood, sweeping all away… I could not find my dam again.

A storm of silence rests upon my lips… no sound, no breath of you,
A wet breeze drifts from Mount Seki… I am bewildered, there is no help.
Roads endless, deserts thirsting, a lifetime barren of you… union turned mirage,
I searched for you across the plains… Where? no trace, no shadow, no shape.

A seal was pressed upon my heart; what remains is a broken soul,
A scent of you on a handkerchief, a strand of hair… a memory untold.
I burned like Kamber from the depths within; I cannot cry, my eyes stay dry,
In this untamed heart, a lifetime remains—a vow, a sigh.

My eyes gaze to the horizon, chasing a vanished dream… no hope,
Time is a blind well—no ladder down, no echo even when it groans.
Nights grow endless, dawns never come, the sun forgets to rise… prayers fall silent;
Only your name lingers on my lips… Where are you? you are gone, your light is gone.

And you are the one who says—
From Tuzla to Zeytinburnu, on the slow 500‑T… you come swift,
I call from Çırpıcı Meadow… come through the strings of the heart, the paths of the soul.
Our rebirth is together… hold me, let this love not end here;
Wrap the night with your scent; I am yours—come, touch my dreams.

In Aphrodite’s mirror, within Venus’s prayer… come,
In the light Dante lit for his Beatrice… come.
Your name echoes in the heart of time… I hear it still;
An immortal love—our story it is… come, let it never end.

Kamil Özcan – October 19, 2025 / Çanakkale-Türkiye