There must be hope

There must be hope, there must be prayer.
My dream bird is eager to fly
I want you
I am on my way.
It is raining
The rain of your smile is sweet on my heart.
I write about you with a wet imagination
My words are wet.
I miss you in my words but,
There must be hope, there must be prayer.
I will continue, maybe,
There is still a trace of you.
Behold! They are very beautiful and fragrant, I'm saying those flowers
Violet flowers in my lonely garden are waiting for you.
What can I tell them about you?
Someone is saying from a distance: "Call her, sing to her name in the ear of wind."
I do not know who! How did he know? There is chaos in my heart.
Time is short and My heart misses you more, I want you.
I call your name in the ear of wind, maybe,
Maybe my tired sound will feel your warm hands.
There must be hope, there must be prayer.

Arman Parnak