light <br />angry with my being <br />but when i go and leave <br />and dissapear <br />it embraces my absence silently <br />it neither approaches thoroughly <br />nor leaves and go away completely <br />i am following a light <br />i am after a light <br />sometimes <br />it flows into me <br />like an ablutions towel of my mother <br />like a wet funeral courtyard of a mosgue <br />and like the water in ablution fountains <br />you cannot shape it <br />you cannot make a form of it <br />you cannot grap it with your hands <br />you cannot look at it with your bare eyes <br />sometimes it makes you blind <br />you cannot taste it with your tongues <br />when it is near <br />it suddenly becomes very far and far <br />when you think it is your comrade to you <br />it suddenly turns out to be a bit foe <br />it is the gaze of a beloved <br />it is the lighting candle of a muezzin in the mosgue <br />evry beat of pülseis illuminated with light <br />every being goes towards it <br />even the eternity too <br />my bosom also goes towards that light <br />the sick lie in bed with hope with it <br />the sun sets down in the horizon with it <br />every planet in the universe revolves and spins in light <br />my worries and troubles begin and relieve with it <br />i am after a light <br />i am searching <br />i am in a light <br />i am following a light<br /><br />Metin Sahin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-to-illumination/
