you

you, the quiet one

who went into my being

like a tiny beautiful star

slowly unfolding in dusk's fading light

but essential to the sky's wholeness

you, the quiet one

slowly filling the sea with silver

fallen from wings of ethereal heralds

into the eye of a truthful heart

you, beloved one

slowly growing into my forest

flowering in the tips of the roots.

(for D.)

honey

i could be the bee
visiting your flower

in the light of honey
nesting among the wood's pillars,
amid the soft sound of rain
bathing your petals
with tender care

your pollen were my ambrosia
a load of fine silver
gathered from gossamer threads
in the stillness of dawn

i would be the bee
curling in your flower
holding hands with your roots
as you hold my wings

i would be the bee
returning to the comb and your flower
a taste of moonlight
in my flight


(for D.)

#157

Love anyways, even if she would be gone.

Believe that an eternal flower will somewhere grow deep in her forest, small but enduring, guarded by trees with roots in the ancient days, like elanor and niphredil on the glades of Lórien.

stillness, wide open

the eye roams far

over a land

opening wide as the dome of blue

arching above us

honey-coloured stubbly fields

undulating song of earth

where the corn danced in slow waves

beneath soft summer breeze

lines of almond trees

guarding walls of drystones

beat by the sun, passed by the wind of time

like the life within their confines

stillness spreads inside

from the blue haze of mountains,

the silken flowing of evening gold,

nature's quiet and serene persistance,

from your light in the tangerine sky.

at the shore

we would linger at the shore of the ocean

on the line where the elements meet

in their strife around, for each other

and their yearning to become one

waves nag at the rock foaming white

in the thunderbolt of the surge

licking salt, tasting earth and the fragrance

of unfurling flowers dusted with spray

the wind sends a scent of the dancing sea

dark beneath glistening silver gems

from the stream of a blooming sky

reigned by the diadem of the moon

surf becomes fire

in our boat in the sea

we watch the stars falling

one by one.

(for D.)