2021.08.04.
The honey-like expectation
Like the expectation of rain during droughts.Like the expectation of kisses after fasting.
Like the expectation of Saint-George's day when people sow in the hope of reaping*
Like the expectation of Easter when everything is lighted up.
So big is my expectation, for the sunset to take place
for the sun to hide, and for the day to turn into night.
So big is my expectation for the stars to rise high in the sky
So i could talk to them, my love, for you, whom they see.
I've been waiting for them since the morning even if they are not yet kindled
full of joy they light up at once, as soon as i speak to them about you.
I look outside my window and they immediately laugh
i wish you could see them, oh my nightingale, how they sing to me.
I tell them that your eyes, remind me of poetry
and hearing me saying that, they shine even more.
I tell them that your lips are made by honey-bees
that they're dripping honey when they kiss me, and give a sweet taste to my sobbing.
I tell them about the seas you draw for me
so as i can swim, when you sink into my mind.
I'm telling them that you have silky embroidered winds
to fly into my arms, while i am abroad.
As much as i wait for the stars to talk with
they wait for me as well, so i could dress them with love.
They expect a lot to learn about you
they compose poems for you under the moonlight.
I believe they have loved you more than i have..
It's the first time i see stars in love
I believe they have sweetened the whole sky for you
in the name of love, our stars turned into honey.