Adriatic Morning

the scent of pine trees

wrapped in morning air

dawn lingers beyond

distant mountain verge

a breeze from the sea

stirs the twigs' melody

entangled in the beat of the waves

their songs fill the roots

preserving a gem

of ethereal light

Fleeting (edited)

Never was almost anything but nothingness.
Imagine the infinite void between planets, between stars, between skins.

Who are we anyways?

We are fleeting whitecaps in a sea,
wavelets, skeins of seaweed,
emerging for a billowing moment,
rushing to catch a glimpse of sky,
drowning with a last stroke of breath.

Eternity.

fathomless

fathomless sea,
bare of a shore,
above just fleeting clouds
meant to dissolve in rain

skyless air
the most waning of moons
fallen behind a cliff,
eclipsed eternally

my heart sinks
to a darkened depth
without a ground,
a leaden shell,
unchained, unwound.

#40

On rainy days

I carry sunglasses with me

as I don't trust the rain

On sunny days

I carry an umbrella with me

as I don't trust the sun

But each day

I carry a rainbow with me

in confidence

the moon

will smile in the sky again

Rise

*
I

never

had a garden 

but a wildflower

gleams at the seam

of star-strewn night

 and amethyst dawn

embraced by night

yet a silvery winged

pure morning star

scintillating in

the rising

sun
*

~ for Yelena ~

never the less

seamless sea

cutting blade

of an edgeless
moon straying

in horizonless sky 

shipless haven
(fog banks and silt)

anchor and beacon

tied to a blue

timeless heaven