#212

 inside a cloth of clouds

the moon conceals herself

soft snow of tiny stars

falls gently in his calyx

the roots still blooming

beneath the autumn's foliage.

(for D.)

#211

there is no end to love

which is molten into veins of earth

which glistens even on a forlorn river

which falls and unfurls in life's circle

which lives in dreams of long ago

there is no end to love

which abides silently in frost

to await the kiss of a new spring sun

which dwells in sacred halls

as long as sunsets burn.

(for D.)

gossamer

the evening sinks
deep purple into darkening sea

from where the breeze brings on

the scent of coloured skies

this window to a world beyond

the confines of a blurred horizon

whither a dream and longing flow

like flocks of tangerine clouds

at night a shimmer permeates

the space between the stars

a tender gossamer of silver

of threads silent yet firm.

(for D.)

#207

interwoven with the fabric of the night

is the path of a sacred moon

blooming in ethereal meadows

where our soul keeps wandering

a bee immersed in sweet scent

wafting from the vast sea.

(for D.)

last days of summer

all golden glows the sun

over grazed pastures

into the oaken grove

where the acorns fall

ripe with foreboding

all peaceful the evening

when the sunrays fade

into the chill from a vale

slowly creeping

into lengthening shadows

the night will grow long and dark

when birdsong is hushing

in a mist of lost light.

#205

we are two leaves
fallen from different branches

of the same tree
glowing golden in autumn light
adrift in the stream of lostness.

(for D.)

#204

be safely cradled in heart cushions

dew-petaled cornflower

soft-mossed intimacy

searched by the gentle rain

craved by the restless wind

skimming the ripening fields.

(for D.)

gratitude

when your moon is rising in my sky
— for a moment
the world holds its breath
and the sea's blue heart skips a beat

then the wavelets
carry your light to the bay
the small bay where a yearning
entangles in the dark green of pines
sighing in nocturnal breeze

your rays find the rocky ground
where a flock of blue flowers
sway into tender dreams.


(for D.)

how hope dies

hope does not die
by violence
of a bullet, blade or a word
pushing it over the edge of a cliff

sometimes it fades slowly
like the life of a wasp
tired of flying over and over
against a glass wall.

#201

if i were moon

and watched you

through the window, sleeping

i'd smile and ask a benign wind

to carry from the farthest shore

a rain of cherry petals to your dreams.

(for D.)

sediments

if we became sediments only
long after the waves have calmed

know
that the moon has poured
a thousand nights into crystals
preserving the light
treasured in the depth of the sea.


(for D.)

moonrise

at the hour when dreams awake

the truthful moon is soaring

from the ocean dark and quiet

into an air of amethyst embers

flower and fruit of night

illuming what stays true

in darkened stillness

flowing in wavelets to the shore

may in this hour of contemplation

your eye meet in her face with mine

growing a flower in the sky

beacon for timeless seasons.

(for D.)

#197

i love you
for your eyes, the gates to the ocean
how your waves rush inside me
echoing timelessness

the way you look into a distance

that seems an inside

an inner sky unfolding

with unnamed stars

i love you
for your smile
sunray in the crystal dew of a springtide morn
in a garden of cherry trees blooming

i love you
for the stubborn strength
in your quiet blossoms
rooted deep in the shadow of ancient trees

i love you
for your upright sincerity
in the steadfast path of the moon

i love you
for leading me to the secret realms
in the depth of your sea
where my boat overturned
and sank without drowning

i love you
for being you
for the roots you have taken.


(for D.)

estuary

in the dappled light of the moon
immersed in a susurrant night
he wraps her
into a layer of tenderness
engulfing the sea of her soul in his arms
tracing the electric stream of her spine
meandering through blooming hillocks
to the rushing reeds of the estuary
where sun and moon
melt in the confines of the sky
her breath soaring
to a star-spangled heaven.


(for D.)

summer day

she smells like the golden light
glinting through billows
of a ripe field of wheat

like the dance of the poppies' wings
in the soft hands of the wind
from a sweet childhood memory

like the song of the lark
immersed in cerulean height
filling an unending summer day

like the silvern river of certainty

flowing with evening quietude

to the outskirts of dusk.

(for D.)

dusk

of all hours of the day

mine is the dusk:

the tangerine sinks into quiet

the light fades from the blue

all peaceful slides the day

into the duvet of the night

the moon's round cheek

snuggles against your face.

(for D.)

#192

kindling a fire in the hearth of your fortress
may cast some light through the window
into the dark outside

yet keep your gates shut
the drawbridge raised
and warm yourself inside your mirror walls

i rather prefer the stark light of stars
to a mirage.

☙

(I was always hoping for a connection with you that would go beyond wearing each other in our minds and hearts.)

the flower and the sea

(The dots are actually silver but the camera could not capture them well.)

(for D.)

at final dusk

will the glow

just fade

into the blue of steel

a transparent forsakenness

will the clouds

be drawn

from the window of this world

displaying pathless deserts

of a starless sky

will your moon

just sink into a nameless sea

a leaden heaviness

from which no wavelet can emerge

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.
.

i search your light

your flower's scent

your meadow's smooth embrace

timeless lavender moon.

(for D.)

...

what could be easy
about letting go

when the sky was in your hands
and my flower
curled around your moon

when the wall you built
seasons ago

(how many days and weeks and hours waiting in vain)
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stayed transparent
to hopes and dreams
to the melody of heartstrings

what could be easy
about letting go . .  .   .    .