?

in love

we are connected

for eternity

yet i wonder

if you allow

that our eyes will meet

still in this lifetime

#183

to and fro
stop and go
yes and no
swaying — fraying
turning — churning
caring — swearing
leaving — staying?

plucking petals
from a flower
ever growing
will not pull out the roots

yet my rose longs for your gracious moon
pouring light of honey
over soul and skin.


(for D.)

prayer

May you find another love, someone who can fulfil your dream and live with you each day.

draught

slowly you retreated

one step at a time

like a sea losing water

with each moon

the tide each day

rising a bit lower

season by season

i was hoping for a wave

that would reach my feet

— yet water became

a memory only

i often deemed to glimpse

a silver lined raincloud

in the depth of the sky

but there was only blue

stretching over a desert

now i hardly hope

for just a droplet

in a relentless void.

#180

evening shore

in the hour of transition

the wind has settled in the shade of dunes

the sea is stretching out in soothing waves

into a dream unfolding with first stars,

slowly lit beacons beckoning into a deeper sky

of violet kindness of a halcyon garden

where the trees shine ever blooming

in the glance of silver-sweet streams from our well

flowing with clouds of honey into stillness

of our evening souls filled only

with the beat of hearts,

with the safeness of each other's arms.

(for D.)

eternal

with me
i carry you away
into a blooming orchard
spun out of sunlight, green and white
where time rests languidly
between the nodding flowers on the grass
in halcyon dream amid the whisper from the sea
outstretched in deepest blue, scented with lemon sun
kissing lavender fields into a wave of sighs
reaching into souls' gloaming fire

the night falls gently
as velvet gossamer upon our eyes
embroidered diamonds count eternal hours
we sink our flames into the earth
a sapling for the sweetest truth.


(for D.)

#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.)

renaissance

spring has arrived

in this part of the world

rejoice, o heart:

sun's love was only sleeping.

#172

my body is not with you

yet my longing weaves flowers around your soul.

(for D.)

silver (ii)

even after dusk

the stream is filled with silver

taking it from the source

all through the sleeping world

to meadows green with spring

through summer's wistful fields

down to the strands of sea,

lighting my mermaid's mirror.

(for D.)

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.)

#167

hanging our branches low

confiding them to flow of life

the river's permanence in motion

suffused by light of summers never passing.

let go

let go

let go

.

.

.

.

#165

although you say

you cannot be with me

in skin and spirit

you always are

your moon has its own sky.

(for D.)