jailhouse <br />evening <br />spring <br />memories <br />memories <br />the place <br /> where memories waver <br />the moment they are heard <br />the season <br />they are smelled <br />and felt <br />a picture <br />neither a frame around <br />nor a name underneath <br />gazes at me <br />from the inside of the iron bars <br />falling on the walls <br />perhaps <br />this picture is hers <br />may be the other's <br />may be of both <br />where is she now <br />where is the other one <br />where am I <br />like invisible birds <br />crossing the mountains <br />crossing the oceans <br />only <br />our memories <br />binds us together <br />in our dreams <br />may be <br />forever and forever <br /> <br /> NazIM HIKMET <br /> Translation Metin SAHIN<br /><br />Metin Sahin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-and-dreams-2/
