Mustafa Ersenal

Wine…. Red, white or rose, it never changes….

The best ingredient for the deepest of all magics…  

 I cant help myself but keep thinking that its just going to be one of those nights…. stars found a way to wake up on earth tonight, they pass me by…. one by one, in slow motion. I put the night on my face again n step out….  tonight i smell the lust… the lust of midnight lovers. Tonight, Beautifull masquerades, perfect lies chase the truth all the way down to the valley of light.

In my eyes, night is nothing but the perfect gift …. a gift i get to play with as i please….   I have no sense of time and space. in this mortal life, all i know is we are nothing but the servants of midnight dreams.  

I head down to the closest haven of midnight lovers to live the black magic … There she is again with a glass of red wine and a seductive attitude even gods would fall for. i order a glass of red n sit right next to her. Though our eyes match, deep down we both know there is no sense of time whenever  we taste THE RED. No tomorrow, no day after. What is time anyway, a curse given to mortals? a curse we do not dare to challenge? or just another product of capitalism?  to be honest i dont care what it is, as long as i get to freeze the moment… as long as she is there to taste the black magic with me.  

I can hear the words stuck on her lips, millions of them she wants to unleash but she knows they just favor the time. I can smell the lust stuck on her soul,growing stronger with evey drop of red in her body. So i say the word and she follows, glass after glass… we lose control and black magic takes over…  

Next morning there was no sign of her as usual… Although deep down i know where to find her… deep in red wine, hiding in the haven of midnight lovers.

She was nothing but a midsummer night’s dream, a puzzle i longed to put together yet i would never dare to touch. She was nothing but a product of my imagination, i would never dare to imagine again. She was nothing but the sum of all my desires, a vision of a frozen moment, never to be seen again.

With her gone and my insanity by my side, the Moon has become my company. Glowing upon my face with such glory, stimulating my soul with pleasure and pain.

Tonight i desire rain, though i know even snow wont be enough to put off the flames of my insanity. So i dress the night up and step out again… I see faces, they all seem same to me, the spark in their eyes and loneliness deep inside. Souls crying out silent, screaming, begging for the storm to end.

Then i see her again, gazing at me with empty eyes. I freeze the moment and ask her, where did you leave your eyes?

she holds me and replies, let me show you.

Thats when i saw the colour of her eyes, a colour no other human being saw before. Such a Blue that would upset the Mediterranean.

Let it be known that i drowned in her empty eyes along with my insanity.