why mardin
why not some other place
someplace more
i dunno, more,
armenian?
it is in my mind
this ancient syriac,
old assyrian town,
where we might
have once met
in a shared dream
this mardin of my mind
not my city, not yours
but who remembers
all our incarnations?
maybe it's just
that song that
one lovely song
a simple love song
a melody from the soul
and lyrics profound,
well, just two
disjoint lines
she appeared as a moon...
and took my mind away
with a chanted counterpoint
echoing from an old stone
church in the mardin
of my mind
he gave his only
begotten daughter...
december 2025
best read, at least once, listening to: dalal oy dalal
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