INSOMNIA There wouldn't be insomnia If loneliness weren’t living in the city… Love is spilled all over your swallow eyes This summer isn’t hot , but hell… The sun hasn’t rised yet… Chatters are coming like screams These birds are former babies of last year… Nomore winds in your throat Frozen are the midafternoon talks Then why do we need the 5-o’clock tea? Bitter than a liqueur Juicier than a kiss Forgotten sense is forever… Insomnia wouldn’t be alive If death weren’t revived… Darkness in the air… This silence now is like a dream Everyone is considering Your knees trembling, your hands are cold So that you’re my love, What is beyond that? Princesses are crying in all distant palaces The#moonrised even before sun set Look at that Where the loneliness revives Insomnia increases… It fumes on your forehead Your chest ripped off two sides If she doesn’t come, doesn’t come If she doesn’t love, doesn’t love Now that we’re in a dream Nobody knows where truth lays… Once you’re gone Stone babies are thrown into the oceans Those were the waters more deep blue than your eyes Yet canoun* improvisation was too late Some hejaz** defeat Some desolation… Sleeping seems like a dream in your eyes Where the loneliness lives in this city… By Hakan Guzhan www.inscribink.com – hg *canoun : a musical instrument in Turkish Classical music, produces very sad and profound sound… **hejaz : a strain in Turkish Classical music, sad and profound…