Window on Almond Tree

Though Cold, I see,
the rain from my kitchen window
Softens its chase Of my heart and
opens the chains long laid on my eyes
Possessed by my neighboring almond tree

When free from the wind, the air
blows on my cheeks
Asking for a departed kiss,
A fairy brush
To make of me a fool of me

the loofah on my hand
blushed jealous of
the soap, the bubbles on my hand and the wind.

I was not alone
In my hush
The old house in front of me
and the sight of the distant sea
were ensorcelled with me

You call this a bless
I do
Too

You fear the birds would migrate
Let it be
And so could Robert my canary

And Nuran wakes up suddenly
crying
my little girl's symphony
for my heavy arms
and my riven melody

When my dear lullaby
asks for me and
in my arms her blues pause
O how many waterfalls, you answer Almond tree!
how many would cease and
Calm in sacred peace

When
the rain softens its tears
By an by