waterfall

this dance of fireflies

over the ancient meadows of the heart

filling the waterfall with glow

of embers that the moon

once gifted to the dusk

just feel the water stream

touching stone by stone

a melody of liquid light

from pond to mind to sea

her lotus' flowering moon

risen from waters dark

vine trailing around the stem

of souls expanding to the sky

be flower, moon and tree

immerse in secrets deep

of nature's sparkling wheel

feel light flooding your leaves.

(a favourite place of mine)

gloaming

we're sky and sea
boundless to hearts' expanse

each night your moon
touches my skin
sailing its shimmer across the waves

each night a scarlet bloom
unfurls its tendrils
feeling you melt
in waters deep.


(for D.)

#95

in the moss-clad hollows

of the wood i find you,

in lightbeams falling through

the canopy's shadow,

in the violets freshened

by the woodstream's song

so i walk on the forest floor

yet wander in heaven

by the faeries' chant

in the glow of her moon.

(for D.)

elements

if i were wind

i'd settle in your hair

fan goosebumps to your skin

entice a butterfly to linger

on the pastures of your collarbone

if i were rain

i'd thirst to soothe

you with a rushing song

washing day's dust off your soul's skin

and sweetly fall in your cupped hands

if i were fire

the stars would melt

upon our lips

the moon sink deep into your womb

bougainvillea flame

around the hearth of hearts

i am but evening breeze, a drop of morning dew, and spark
ingredients for a storm
brimming over a teacup's rim


(for D.)

#93

On a bed of moss she lay

stretched beneath the morning sun

cradled by lavender wind

sailing from the sea afar

And my hands go with the moss

and my eyes shine with the sun

and my thoughts are wind-swept grass

cradling my flower the sea has born.

(for D.)

A Wish

Behold the rushing quest of sea

exuberant tide of life

the sailboat that comes beaching once

with crimson blood against your shore.

Then may your path be petal-strewn

in a realm of joyous bliss

may be your sky ever fulfilled

with roses to the moon.

(for D.)

#91

poetry sings

of purple bloom

on snow-clad branches

of bees collecting stars

as pollen from her eyes

sings of the moon untouched

embraced by shoreless sea

O Elbereth Starkindler ...

A Elbereth Gilthoniel,
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!
Na-chaered palan-díriel
o galadhremmin ennorath,
Fanuilos, le linnathon
nef aear, sí nef aearon!


(J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings)


For my dear friend Yelena — may this light never leave your heart.

#89

no star

no moon

just voiceless dark

between there

and nowhere

and beyond

Christmas Star

Dawn is slowly flooding the night

she's rolling in tender waves

into my shore

In her blooms the flame of wild sunsets

chasing the utmost skies

her skin, waving sea of dark wheat

softly caressed by a sigh of wind

In her coalesce the hymns of the night sky

rejoicing in butterfly comets

adorning each dawn

with golden dust

By the grace of her star

all winters must fade

thawing bitter frost in deep soil

giving birth to the rose

defying time.

(for D.)

to the ground

a fixed star

of violet flame so rare

breathing the light of dusk

below, the calla reeds

sway in extended arms of wind

rushing in ocean's heaving sigh

the moon above

forever silent still

watching the ages without blinking once

would she just know

what is concealed to me.

(for D.)

Herbstmond

Im fernen Glanz geboren
du Schein am Himmelszelt
auf dunklen Kranz der Welt
senkst dich mit goldnen Sporen

Des Talgrunds stillem Fluss
ein Nebelgrau entsteigt
von keinem Licht zerteilt
des Winters kalter Gruß

So trübt der Mond die fernen Ufer
schmilzt Dämmerlicht in andre Welt
es rinnt der Staub aus uns'ren Händen
- ein Spinnenfaden, der ihn hält

Die Farben flieh'n dem Herbst
und Sehnsucht fällt
als ein verlornes Blatt.

dichotomic

let me learn
how to engrave flaming calligraphy
on the argent plate of the moon

telling how sunset is caught in your hair
painting silver linings on the verge of the sea
in which the crescent immerses
without corrosion or signs of fatigue

telling how your soul's garden
blooms in two almond mirrors
and in the fruit of wine-feathered lips
blessing the world with delight

telling how storms shape
the coast of your ocean
on which the lighthouse stands steadfast
sending beams into night.

but
needless to learn
how on the lightless back
a black-inked tear
sinks into dust.


(for D.)

Mare Serenitatis

Painting seems a bit like dreaming -

you never know where it will lead you

but you feel you have seen or felt it already.

Ethereal Seed

From barren night sky's realm

woven of gauzy ether black

once fell a starlit ray

seed of a timeless flower

beside the shade of ancient tree

growing along the river's bank

Curled in a winter's night

beneath the cover white

glowing in fragrant gold

in spring of balming sun

in autumn time spraying the pollen

of heaven's argent light.

(for D.)

#81

as distant as the moon

engulfed in flower's cup

as close as hour bygone

caught in a dream

Hibiscus Dusk

She's light upon the mountains glazed

in purity of vernal dawn

a ray of sun caressing poppy wings

with touch of gentle hands

Her hair curls into mermaid dreams 

filling a well of joy with gushing stream

a smile lit in a smile of heaven's glint

beheld in angels' divine view

Of moonlit glades inside the forest's heart

you find her dancing in a petal rain

enchanted rosebush weeps in awe of grace. 

Earth sings in blooming vales

'neath her hibiscus flower moon

ripening in fragrant night.

Terror

Im festen Glauben

nur

jenseits des Lebens

den Himmel zu finden

sind wir erfahrene Meister

darin geworden

diesseits das Leben

in eine Hölle zu verwandeln

Traces of You

 Be in love. Stay there.

To Yelena and Serge

From barren lands where ice floes loom

she flew shrouded in grey damp mist

scouring the teeth of ragged heights

abysses fast in craggy depth.

In lone night beneath flaring stars

came wafting breeze of elven song

a vision warm of silver trees

amid a beckoning valley's bells.

 ٭ ٭ ٭

Across the plains of gold-strewn grass

waved riding swift a tireless steed

white-maned, a breeze of evening light

bearing a rider bright and fair.

His eyes were keen yet wide and far

in search for treasured gold and gem

not hidden in fierce dragon's lair

nor buried under mountain old.

٭ ٭ ٭

Some saw them passing through the gate

formed by the boughs of mallorn trees

beholding Cerin Amroth's green

immersed in glint of elanor,

niphredil's blooms in ageless grass.

Whither their road may ever go

their footfalls pace in union

Whichever starlight fills their eyes

a sky shines in their hearts.