String Commanders...

We pull
you push
deeper in
built within
forbidden
forgiven
your coming
a scream of space

We ask
you bask
dripping slowly like finest wine
deconstructed in a maze and a sign 
every word is a whole monsoon
every sigh is a lonely tune
we sway
your play
every day,
is a lifetime at your face

Then we call
you howl
a seeker of solace
in our midnight full moon
we rise
in your disguise
your own puppets of joy
the flesh and blood and the toy
hunters of the chase
runners of light and lace
high on you
one soul in two
sometimes yellow, sometimes blue
like scented hue
we flew
our hearts beat in one pace

We dream
you beam
beneath the covers of bare
we ride
you hide
on the dark side of grace
we feel you
beyond the smiles
across the million miles
around your every photo files
spreading empty arms
for the fullest embrace

Stronger strings
love happening things
we are just so meant to be
servers of chances
Commanders of our every universal coincidence. 

Happy Birthday Bilgen...
May next year only brings you Shah...
more Shah..
Always Shah...