#135

from silent sea

soft waves keep rolling to my shore

welcoming them with tender hands

seashells keeping their lore

within their longing hearts

how far — you never are

my heart embraces you

chin rested on your shoulder

to see the evening sky

with your soul's eye.

(for D.)

#134

maybe we are

two little notes

in universal music

woven into a sweet melody

whitecaps on the endless blue.

(for D.)

at the far end

my light you stay
in times of dark,
on brightest day
entwined with sunlight
on a hopeful morn

my light you stay
cast over flowering fields
caressed by summer breeze
on careless afternoon
that slowly turns to golden eve

my light you stay
when after many moons
you may remember
the wilted roses
at the far end of your garden

know then
that they are blooming still
in mine until all gardens fall.


(for D.)

(lumière)

lumière by Yelena <3

Thank you so much.

aurora borealis

cerulean winds from northern skies
are brushing against sleeping earth
a sea of grass surging in dreams of hoarfrost
weaving itself into the hymn of birches
which glow in auburn gold
as silent stronghold of sublime


deep reach the roots
of arctic roses into summer streams
where bluebells ring
over the valley's peaceful pastures

lighting a smile in elven heart
wistfully dancing over sea.


(for Yelena)

on paths of stillness

let me love you silently

the way a golden leaf touches the earth
sheltering future seeds from cold,
the way the seagull paints
white circles into grey skies
before the fall of soothing rain,
the steadfast way the oak abides the storm.

on paths of stillness we will wander
beneath the bleak face of a winter sun
keeping hope low behind forest's black silhouette
the gentle sough of fallen summer on our feet.

on paths of stillness we will wander
your vine trailing around each hour
watching the western sky
for heaven's gates lighting the setting sun
to find a home in ocean's arms.

let me love you silently

the way a silver moonray
kisses the sleeping flower.


(for D.)

(Which one is the way to go to meet your eye still in this lifetime ...?)

okeanos

resting in the soft hands of our beach
stretching to both ends of the sky
the seagulls' cries have settled with the sun
into a fruit-spilled dream spiced with lavender

our senses reach for ocean's heart
breaking in gentle waves of dusk,
for the tales of seashells' melodies
resounding in your smiling eyes, in mine,
in the softness of our voices
immersing into fading light,
in a sea of life embracing us

skin finds the warmth of skin
fueled by two coalescing flames
bearing the flower blue
drinking from silver light of starry skies.


(for D.)

autumn (V)

to wander silently

in autumn's frigid mist

weaving the auburn sea

in lace of wistfulness

on wings of cranes departs

great summer's fervent glow

into the voice of wind

wafting from isles where gold

and honey flows from lips

of sun's embracing warmth

dyeing a rose in embers

on Lóriens unfading grass.

(for D.)

winged

dawn flows from her eyes

sweetness from her lips

to the ether silk of night

embracing his swan

with amethyst wings

horizon-bound star-dreamer

crestfallen crescent

face turned to her grace.

(for D.)

Note

i do not hope for much
but to be kept inside
a small chest in your forest
hidden at a place that only you know
beside the little well hemmed by blue flowers.


(for D.)

when i close my lids

when i close my lids
i see you
your eye opening a pristine sky over secret isles
a dark ripe with the taste of sunrise

when i close my lids
i feel you pulse inside my veins
moonfruit of the olive tree
high in the branches


(for D.)

This morning I was dreaming of you while asleep for the first time. First I saw you in a group of people while I was passing on a bus. The second time you stayed invisible but I could feel your presence.

Gossamer

Maybe

we meet

each other only

in the soft feathers

the sky weaves into dusk,

in the shimmer of a yearning

that the river carries through

gossamer evenings wearing coats

of misty chill

in our

hearts.

(for D.)

essence

holding you

in the marrow of sunset

where sea, earth and sky merge into light

holding you

in the palm of my heart

(for D.)

maybe

maybe your love

will flow with earthly rivers

into the sea as sediment

but in the dawn of each day

in light of evening's brink

in each star's twinkle shy

in smallest flower growing

out of a stony wall

there will be you, your light and smile.

(for D.)

violet

your eyes speak your heart

my soul is vessel for

in a scent of violet melody

a smile of luscious gardens

welting cherries in bloom

rooting in a diamond sky

moon's diadem

letting its silver beam

flow into source of sea,

of life, into my rose

unfurling in your light,

wilting without.

(for D.)

Poetic Nature

Today's discoveries from (near) the Rhine - click to enlarge.

Note

Some fervent dreams, it seems, are not meant to be fulfilled. Apart from this, the silence hurts the most. This mist reveals no reason, no explication; it is filled with invisible and inaudible waves drifting towards unknown shores.

immersing

to see the night sky through your window

a flock of stars reflecting ocean blue

'cross curtains light as moonlit woven silk

soft-footed breath of cognizance

to feel the spring warming your morning

rising with golden sun an echo of your smile

reverberating in the waking garden

in two larks' flight over the verdant field

to sense the depth of silent oceans

immersed in streams of serene harmony

to be the flower and the light,

well and sun-gleaming river.

(for D.)

watching the sea

i am the swaying grass

combed by the thought of you

watch over cliff of white

to sea and cloud-strewn blue

until your moon draws near

glaring with crimson sails

beneath a crown of stars.

(for D.)

Note

you wanted all
or nothing

and chose nothingness,

the shoreless void,
white streak of haze
between sky and ocean


i asked too much of
what moves between continents

and gained a slice of moonlight

lingering on a water lily
that slowly drifts into the dusk


you are the river
flowing inside me

stream without estuary

yet filling the blue-silver sea
with salt of sunsets.


(for D.)