maybe

from your silence

a butterfly may lift its wings

starting its way across the waves of blue

to find the nectar of our secret isle

amidst the sea.

(for D.)

kisses

before she sinks into sleep
he kisses her forehead
then her boat starts to drift
through the lotus sea of her dreams
protected by sheets of moonlit haze

her thoughts feel as warm as his skin
while they glide through mysterious depths
beyond the surface of day and the curtain of night
searching the grail of horizon's gleaming
in the eyes of another world

his arms become petals
her body and soul his waters
while his wings envelop her
while her floating hair entangles the moon.


(for D.)

A skyful of longing

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thoughts

holding a thought

tight in its beak

tireless, the albatros flies

over the whitecapped wavy field

into the plains of luminous height

tempted to rest on fleeting isles

drifting as dreamy messengers

between two anywheres

the blue became our home

this almost shoreless state

— maybe as well

you think of me.

(for D.)