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.)