Hilbe Kobani

I knocked on the door
and opened the secret of existence.
I walked through –
and behind it was only emptiness, without blue and without a voice.

No more shadow,
no wind hiding in the corners.
Nothing is deeper
than an empty evening.

House, oh house,
open your doors to me.
I am that lost child
in my own dream.

My eyes
have just returned from childhood.
Traces of dust and fatigue
are scattered everywhere.

Ears, sleep, darkness
and the teeth of silence –
not even hands are left to me
to touch my own face.