#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.)