#228

even after sunset

a nacreous cloud keeps floating

high in the sea of dusk

a cog laden with light

filling the lofts of night

with memories of honey.

december rose

 

in darkened times when leaf and twig went brittle

your sun is brightening gloomy days

inconspicuously against the silhouette of year's demise

keep shining, little rose

preserve the scent of summer

keep shining, little rose

another spring shall come.

#226

in the hour of late dusk

night draws the curtain

sky and sea melt into dark

of indiscernible horizons


softly the waves of tarnished silver

spill into memory

curling the coast of heart


remnants of western light

unfurl to floral glimmers

of thorn and blood and root.

(for D.)

beyond the reach of time

 nobody's gaze

could ever pierce my heart

like yours

the string that binds us

is resounding in vibration

of celestial harmonies.

(for D.)

#224

a spark came falling

from the sea of stars

into the pond of quiet

warm waters glimmering

translucent in the light of eve

from lavender depths

growing a lotus star

in sparkling willow light

engulfed by wavelets soft and tender

at night a moon arose

from the cradle of the floating bloom

carrying the incense

of eternal embers.

(for D.)

how love persists

how love persists

in the softness of a feathered evening sky

in the song of breezes tangled in the lakeside reed

in a silent flower swaying in the chords of grass

it keeps on glowing

in the faint silver over sea 

where sky and waters melt 

into a forlorn vastness.

#222

walk in my garden

on the enchanted path of green

where trees entwine their twigs waving in moonlight

find your way

to the hidden pool amid the thickets

behold your own reflection in the silver arc

of waters quietly sparkling

where wild lilies spread the fragrance

of deepest sources.

(for D.)

#221

she sings sweet melodies
from warm elysian fields
scented with spray from sea,
seaweed and salt of vastness

the long-stemmed grass
sways in the rhythm of the wind
learning the ocean's sound
down to the soil-bound roots

late in the purple veil of dusk
a silken butterfly
pursues the pollen of the moon.

(for D.)

#220

night at the coast

wind from the sea

passing the cherry tree

blooming for some short springtide

my gaze roams darkened depths

widespread without a shore

unfathomable unknown

beneath the starless dome

only in farthest haze

remains a lighthouse faint

remembrance of her smile

in a cherry blossom garden.

(for D.)

on the verge of spring

 

dream

we are living on an island

beyond the confines of this world

lush and green and peaceful

where the streams flow ceaselessly

translucent wavelets turning sunlight

into jade, copper, aquamarine

spilling into pools

of quiet reverie at day

and elvish giggles during night

the moon, born from the sea

silently watches over crest and vale

over the peace of dreams and creatures

filling our days with harmony

vespertine breezes waft in sighs

and rains fall only softly

into the whispers of the sea

in gleaming rhythm on our sunset beach. 

#217

quiet is the night
when the eyes of each home dimmed
when on the fir-clad valley's ground

the dark stream lies in slumber

rare is the night

when the snow drifts in a soundless flight

when a gentle hand sows feathers

on earth's countenance

deep are the dreams

in which the frozen ponds immerse

spun in a silk of crystal moonlight

woven in elvish lands

sweet is the dawn

when a golden sun awakes

into a peaceful pristine morn.

winter (2)

beneath the snow, a flower

dreaming a mirthful spring

beyond the clouds, a star

shining from deep within.

flame

 

some say

sunset is only light

in colours purple, red and tangerine

melting the sky into the sea

weaving a dream into our soul

so that at night a star will flourish

some say

that light is transitory

a firefly in a blink

but i know of spring

of life's eternal cycle

of the radiance in your soul —

that you too are light.

(for D.)