The Joy
of Sadness

No sunshine
dark clouds have come
and hidden the sun

The sky is crying
rain drops come together
on glass
each has an amount of sorrow
a capacity for being sad

I have this capacity
so alive now
the sad music sound
melody of rain drops
clicking on glass

Maybe I wanna feel
the joy of sadness
and live the sad melody
in all my core

I don't wanna ask
who, when or why questions
remember all unnecessary memories
or cry

I'm longing to feel
the joy of sadness
bring me
all the dark clouds
I wanna be sad

Fide ERKEN

A Little Story

Little crickets are in the fields
hidden under the bushes
how beautifully they sing
without appearing

They tell stories unceasingly
singing until out of breath
they talk about green grass
birds and trees
mention the rising sun, moonlight
the sweet breeze

In the tender quietness of the night
many stories they tell
nobody listens to their stories
nobody understands
they scream blue-murder
nobody hears

Little crickets
don't get tired
there must be some people
listening to your story
assimilating it with pleasure
longing for the new ones
passing by your private houses

But these are not enough for you
talking about birds and trees
mentioning the rising sun, moonlight madly
you exhaust your little body
and scrape your sad story
tightly into the nature
the sad story much bigger
than the crickets so little

There'll come a day
when you'll stay in the past
with your stories from nature's book
then nobody will know
and nobody will hear a bit
of your story so sweet

16.8.02
Fide Erken

Shadows

Grandma is sleeping in her bed
one of her thin hands
lies on the quilt
with long, beautiful fingers

Her bed is in an empty room
nobody there
except a young lady from the past
with long, beautiful fingers

Grandma can't speak or sing
even she can't see a thing
still she has thin hands
with long, beautiful fingers

The young lady used to sing
she used to speak cheerfully
cook delicious food for mealtimes
with her long, beautiful fingers

Grandma is sleeping in her bed
her long ,beautiful fingers on the quilt
out fly three white doves
not true beauties, just shadows

FIde ERKEN

In Your Heart

small is happiness
in green grass
but far is happiness
in a bird's flight

as you wanna get closer
it goes far away
small is happiness
in sky's clouds

happiness is a liar
says you own it
but just leaves sadness
and goes far

not possible to know
who owns it
they smile in sight
but in reality,cry

small is happiness
in green grass
but far is happiness
in a bird's flight

don't seek it
in sky's clouds
it's in your heart
not so far

Fide ERKEN