winter

bearing these dull days
when clouds conceal the light
last brittle leaves cling to dried twigs

at night the vantablack
of silence between cold stars
reflected in a void of snow

the wells lie frozen
beneath the shadowed forest
holding the weight of winter in its branches

only from deep within
a light sings from lost summer
of flowers unfading upon tender grass.

the melancholy gold of autumn

when the last leaf has fallen

summer becomes

a memory only.

#212

 inside a cloth of clouds

the moon conceals herself

soft snow of tiny stars

falls gently in his calyx

the roots still blooming

beneath the autumn's foliage.

(for D.)

#211

there is no end to love

which is molten into veins of earth

which glistens even on a forlorn river

which falls and unfurls in life's circle

which lives in dreams of long ago

there is no end to love

which abides silently in frost

to await the kiss of a new spring sun

which dwells in sacred halls

as long as sunsets burn.

(for D.)

gossamer

the evening sinks
deep purple into darkening sea

from where the breeze brings on

the scent of coloured skies

this window to a world beyond

the confines of a blurred horizon

whither a dream and longing flow

like flocks of tangerine clouds

at night a shimmer permeates

the space between the stars

a tender gossamer of silver

of threads silent yet firm.

(for D.)

#207

interwoven with the fabric of the night

is the path of a sacred moon

blooming in ethereal meadows

where our soul keeps wandering

a bee immersed in sweet scent

wafting from the vast sea.

(for D.)

last days of summer

all golden glows the sun

over grazed pastures

into the oaken grove

where the acorns fall

ripe with foreboding

all peaceful the evening

when the sunrays fade

into the chill from a vale

slowly creeping

into lengthening shadows

the night will grow long and dark

when birdsong is hushing

in a mist of lost light.

#205

we are two leaves
fallen from different branches

of the same tree
glowing golden in autumn light
adrift in the stream of lostness.

(for D.)

#204

be safely cradled in heart cushions

dew-petaled cornflower

soft-mossed intimacy

searched by the gentle rain

craved by the restless wind

skimming the ripening fields.

(for D.)

gratitude

when your moon is rising in my sky
— for a moment
the world holds its breath
and the sea's blue heart skips a beat

then the wavelets
carry your light to the bay
the small bay where a yearning
entangles in the dark green of pines
sighing in nocturnal breeze

your rays find the rocky ground
where a flock of blue flowers
sway into tender dreams.


(for D.)

how hope dies

hope does not die
by violence
of a bullet, blade or a word
pushing it over the edge of a cliff

sometimes it fades slowly
like the life of a wasp
tired of flying over and over
against a glass wall.

#201

if i were moon

and watched you

through the window, sleeping

i'd smile and ask a benign wind

to carry from the farthest shore

a rain of cherry petals to your dreams.

(for D.)

sediments

if we became sediments only
long after the waves have calmed

know
that the moon has poured
a thousand nights into crystals
preserving the light
treasured in the depth of the sea.


(for D.)

moonrise

at the hour when dreams awake

the truthful moon is soaring

from the ocean dark and quiet

into an air of amethyst embers

flower and fruit of night

illuming what stays true

in darkened stillness

flowing in wavelets to the shore

may in this hour of contemplation

your eye meet in her face with mine

growing a flower in the sky

beacon for timeless seasons.

(for D.)

#197

i love you
for your eyes, the gates to the ocean
how your waves rush inside me
echoing timelessness

the way you look into a distance

that seems an inside

an inner sky unfolding

with unnamed stars

i love you
for your smile
sunray in the crystal dew of a springtide morn
in a garden of cherry trees blooming

i love you
for the stubborn strength
in your quiet blossoms
rooted deep in the shadow of ancient trees

i love you
for your upright sincerity
in the steadfast path of the moon

i love you
for leading me to the secret realms
in the depth of your sea
where my boat overturned
and sank without drowning

i love you
for being you
for the roots you have taken.


(for D.)

estuary

in the dappled light of the moon
immersed in a susurrant night
he wraps her
into a layer of tenderness
engulfing the sea of her soul in his arms
tracing the electric stream of her spine
meandering through blooming hillocks
to the rushing reeds of the estuary
where sun and moon
melt in the confines of the sky
her breath soaring
to a star-spangled heaven.


(for D.)

summer day

she smells like the golden light
glinting through billows
of a ripe field of wheat

like the dance of the poppies' wings
in the soft hands of the wind
from a sweet childhood memory

like the song of the lark
immersed in cerulean height
filling an unending summer day

like the silvern river of certainty

flowing with evening quietude

to the outskirts of dusk.

(for D.)

dusk

of all hours of the day

mine is the dusk:

the tangerine sinks into quiet

the light fades from the blue

all peaceful slides the day

into the duvet of the night

the moon's round cheek

snuggles against your face.

(for D.)

#192

kindling a fire in the hearth of your fortress
may cast some light through the window
into the dark outside

yet keep your gates shut
the drawbridge raised
and warm yourself inside your mirror walls

i rather prefer the stark light of stars
to a mirage.

☙

(I was always hoping for a connection with you that would go beyond wearing each other in our minds and hearts.)

the flower and the sea

(The dots are actually silver but the camera could not capture them well.)

(for D.)

at final dusk

will the glow

just fade

into the blue of steel

a transparent forsakenness

will the clouds

be drawn

from the window of this world

displaying pathless deserts

of a starless sky

will your moon

just sink into a nameless sea

a leaden heaviness

from which no wavelet can emerge

.
.
.

i search your light

your flower's scent

your meadow's smooth embrace

timeless lavender moon.

(for D.)

...

what could be easy
about letting go

when the sky was in your hands
and my flower
curled around your moon

when the wall you built
seasons ago

(how many days and weeks and hours waiting in vain)
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stayed transparent
to hopes and dreams
to the melody of heartstrings

what could be easy
about letting go . .  .   .    .

wind

the wind is sweeping through the grass
and with it a sigh comes from the sea
a sigh from deepest blue
the remnant from a storm
shaking the pillars of the earth

the wind is sweeping through the trees
turning the leaves to fluttering gold
in spreading light of afternoon
calling the vine towards the sun
to fill the cup of yearning souls

the wind is sweeping through the grass
curling around a flower blue
raising its head towards the sky
to feel the wind's touch in each moon-filled night.


(for D.)

fluttering

fluttering through your lush gardens

your flute plays the melody of my heart

alighting on a spike of lavender

stirred by a whisper from the sea

i fold my wings toward the sky.

(for D.)

#186

your moon

spreading its golden roots

in this fathomless sea

my love

the dark red poppy flower

dancing gratefully

in the soft caress

of your silent wind.

(for D.)

silver rain

if my heart

should ever burst

the pieces scatter

over sea and earth

i wish that

in a silent night

there floods a rain

of falling stars

right into yours.

(for D.)

?

in love

we are connected

for eternity

yet i wonder

if you allow

that our eyes will meet

still in this lifetime

#183

to and fro
stop and go
yes and no
swaying — fraying
turning — churning
caring — swearing
leaving — staying?

plucking petals
from a flower
ever growing
will not pull out the roots

yet my rose longs for your gracious moon
pouring light of honey
over soul and skin.


(for D.)

prayer

May you find another love, someone who can fulfil your dream and live with you each day.

draught

slowly you retreated

one step at a time

like a sea losing water

with each moon

the tide each day

rising a bit lower

season by season

i was hoping for a wave

that would reach my feet

— yet water became

a memory only

i often deemed to glimpse

a silver lined raincloud

in the depth of the sky

but there was only blue

stretching over a desert

now i hardly hope

for just a droplet

in a relentless void.

#180

evening shore

in the hour of transition

the wind has settled in the shade of dunes

the sea is stretching out in soothing waves

into a dream unfolding with first stars,

slowly lit beacons beckoning into a deeper sky

of violet kindness of a halcyon garden

where the trees shine ever blooming

in the glance of silver-sweet streams from our well

flowing with clouds of honey into stillness

of our evening souls filled only

with the beat of hearts,

with the safeness of each other's arms.

(for D.)

eternal

with me
i carry you away
into a blooming orchard
spun out of sunlight, green and white
where time rests languidly
between the nodding flowers on the grass
in halcyon dream amid the whisper from the sea
outstretched in deepest blue, scented with lemon sun
kissing lavender fields into a wave of sighs
reaching into souls' gloaming fire

the night falls gently
as velvet gossamer upon our eyes
embroidered diamonds count eternal hours
we sink our flames into the earth
a sapling for the sweetest truth.


(for D.)

#177

you are the sea
illumed by the moon
but confined by cold beaches
and relentless black rocks

my small river
is streaming towards you
yet your tides keep retreating
so my waters are dying
in the brine between reeds.


(for D.)

daffodils

for you they do not bloom

neither for me they do

yet in their colour

glows your light.

(for D.)

into bloom, into blue

in times of harshness

spring spreads its wings

of blossoms fair and tender

into auspicious sky

into a longing far

into a sea of deeper blue

whose wavy fingers

are tracing warming strands.

(for D.)

#174

filling my words in bottles

set them out into sea

if they once

find the shore of your heart

allow yourself to drink

from their bittersweet wine

the taste of blood and stars.

(for D.)

renaissance

spring has arrived

in this part of the world

rejoice, o heart:

sun's love was only sleeping.

#172

my body is not with you

yet my longing weaves flowers around your soul.

(for D.)

silver (ii)

even after dusk

the stream is filled with silver

taking it from the source

all through the sleeping world

to meadows green with spring

through summer's wistful fields

down to the strands of sea,

lighting my mermaid's mirror.

(for D.)

silver

days pass

as drifting clouds before the sun

your light turns ocean fields to silver

turns windswept meadows into waving seas

who keeps a wave

who captures wind

who ever holds the light

but sea-deep hearts.

(for D.)

o wind

wind, o wind

you carry songs across the sea

laden with sandalwood and salt

and memories sailing with starlight

wind, o wind

waves dance in mirth beneath your breath

fill them with longing for a distant shore

and tenderness for winter beaches

wind, o wind

restlessly wandering with flocks of clouds

grazing immensity and black rock isles

swept by the albatros' winged elegance

wind, o wind

you once held sunset in your hands

reflected in her ocean gaze

you once entangled in the fringes of her skirt

between smiles golden and a silver tear

wind, o wind —

may in a blissful hour

from dappling sea in flowering eventide

your grace send me a petal

from her elysian garden.

(for D.)

#168

i let you go
those parts that were not meant to stay —
the soul is a slow traveller
dwelling on sunset's fading hues

...

only in dreams
from shadows of the forest still
emerges a faint light into the glade
a wafting fay, frail as a moonlit haze
gleaming into the forlorn night

a star shines fairly on her forehead
beckons to shores of eventide
falling in soft waves over calming seas
where sailless boats stay moored in peace
where the moon finds haven
in lavender skies.


(for D.)