Change of Tune

This monster make a man

Stained with grief

Tears running down his beard like winter’s drops

Drowning,

Called forth the mutinous winds

Dreadful thunder-claps

A strange, hollow and confused noise

A goddess

Hum about mine ears

Marvelous sweet music

Makes this place paradise

C.A.Y.

Weird Sisters

You've Got Mail

Dribbles of curling dryed ooze

paraffin puddles coating

the old letters stacked in dust

reaching the sky,

miles of memories separate

envelope sealed with the touch of a tongue

letters orbiting the longing of souls.

Butterflies flutter and the letter,

slips into the dusty pile

once vibrant now forgotten.

-Cansu&Murat