Geldiğinde Bileceğim -II-

Today, I dreamed of you again.

I caught a moment where I wasn’t ashamed

of carrying Pisces somewhere in my birth chart.

The scent of incense and a warm room—

right after watching a film

that unchained the romantic man within me.

I didn’t hold back; I didn’t guide it—

I flowed toward you with words and images.

Today, in this moment, I dreamed of you freely.

And this time, my visions were clearer than ever before.

I almost heard a few sentences fall from your lips.

When I whispered, “I manifested this day from beginning to end,”

a smile bloomed on your face—

one that could turn any season into spring.

And as if to seal the moment, you said,

“There’s my witch.”

I dreamed of you,

without breaking the rules I set for myself

while searching for who I am.

And then I realized:

in the bowl where the winner of this dream is drawn,

only my name was written.

I was the sole tribute, you see.

Because you are my dream.

I had even written a poem to a dream once:

“When you arrive, I will know.”

Now I dream again,

but when you arrive, I will know.