Beyond Seasons

Behold this dawn
announcing the new day:
there shines your light
of stainless gold.

Behold this setting sun
closing the evening's curtain:
there glows your being
broidering my canvas.

Vanishing snow, first rays
caressing little buds:
there springs your seed
imbuing my chest's meadows.

O glaring summer heat,
bee's dance amid the grass:
your wheat is ripening,
granary's plenty.

Swirling the leaves of gold
in autumns glowing memory:
there flows your wine,
transporting tongue to soul.

Peacefully resting earth
beneath caressing white:
sheltered abides your flower,
rooted in grounds of old.

Timeless ocean of stars,
measured by your moon's path:
your smile its halo,
heaven-eyed.

olive shore

at the shore

salt in his eyes

a drop of spray

joining their oceans

out of the sky

first star in dusk

falling as seed

for a blue flower

beyond horizon's gleam

a deeper light

rustling in olive branches

stranding in roots

stretching into lavender sighs

beneath the waves

engulfing fragrant shores

Tide

she awakens the dawn

and her eyes raise the morning

suffusing blue and gold

with blooming birdsong

unfurling peony's bud

into a lush day of spring

my flower opens

under the tide

of her moon

sombrous

          born at the brink

          of moonshadows and dusk

          we adore the quietly

          smiling face pinned

          to this ultramarine sea

                    dark yet glistening

                    trickling into the mist

                    of our autumn souls

                    seeping the wounds

                    to fill subterranean caves

          bear with the trees

          that have shed their leaves 
          for they stained your eyes with gold

                     bear with the trees

                     that retracted to their roots

                     for they await

                     a warming sun

                     to fill their veines

(inspired by Yelena)

Surge

The Ninth Wave by Ivan Aivazovsky [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Relentlessly must follow
one surging wave another
amid the endless sea

A liquid mountain range
crowned by a whitecapped snow
from heaving rage to waning foam

Behind this wall: a veil
unto horizon's haze ̶
blue reign, infinite darkness
no land for sailor's gaze

Seafarer, lift your wings
toward the seagull's cry!
On white dream's billowed sail
toward the cloudy height!

Rest 'neath her shining star
upon her bloom-strewn lake
cradled inside
her moonlit boat
anchored in timeless season.


(for M.)

Adrift

The river's drifting slowly, grey and silver

beneath soft bulky clouds laden with shadows,

uprising dreams heaved by a western wind.

A flock of gulls swims with the current,

vacation travellers beckoned by breath

of distant seas, white cotton balls

knowing their home in wides and wilds.

Our roots afloat, enmeshed in driftwood

broken from glowing trees

in sparkling autums

before first snowfall.

The sky breaks not;

only a remote thunder

rumours and dissipates,

leaving the earth

unquenched.

Summer Field

Enchanted is the hour
before the break of night:
Illuminated lies the fading day
with weight upon our hearts
as darkening dream.

In stainless blue
the skylark tweets
as if a mockingbird
jeered the futility
of our souls' striving.

The corn stands bold
amidst the waning heat
awaiting scythe and mill
nurturing those who can
no longer feast on words.

A golden glowing eve:
corn poppies' fragile sway
in sighing wind
caught in those countless ears.

You are a summer field.

vacation diary (II) - urlaubstagebuch (II)

glückfriedlich träumt
im spiegel glatt
die kleine meeresbucht.

im oleanderzwitschern
blühen die vögel.

im kiefernduft
zirpen die grillen.

schafe mähen
das gras
und in die stille.

der halbe mond
zum trocknen
in den cirruswolken.

mücken surren
schläfrig noch
den abend ein.

altgewohntes
ist wie immer

neu bestauntes wunder.

A Note on Death

Right from the beginning there is this shadow walking behind us, invisibly waiting, patient and calm, a warrior anticipating the fortress' fall without fight, facing defenceless inhabitants. When the lights fade the shadow shows up in full fright while we darken, finally merging with us, consuming, becoming us.



(This emerged after I almost finished reading the exquisite novel The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger - spontaneously I was thinking, "Why couldn't she write a more fortunate end?". Books mostly end before the end; eventually it's life that writes the stories.)

Embers of Dawn

Risen from blue embers of dawn
garlanding hilltops of verdant grass,
in a crevice, concealed from the clamour
of the mundane, she fills her well
with fresh waters, pure as autumnal snow.

Enclosed by the mountains' range
her valley is flooded with birdsong
weaving soft sunlight among the trees
that keep secrets of old, untouched
by whispers of malignant weeds.

At eve, with beckoning chimes of
the chapel's bell, her prayer lifts
the spirit of those who are gifted
with the balm of her verses,
bathing in warm vernal breeze.

Soft-pawed comes her footstep,
lithe as the fragile birch
keeping watch at the sea.


(for my friend Yelena)

Adriatic Morning

the scent of pine trees

wrapped in morning air

dawn lingers beyond

distant mountain verge

a breeze from the sea

stirs the twigs' melody

entangled in the beat of the waves

their songs fill the roots

preserving a gem

of ethereal light

Fleeting (edited)

Never was almost anything but nothingness.
Imagine the infinite void between planets, between stars, between skins.

Who are we anyways?

We are fleeting whitecaps in a sea,
wavelets, skeins of seaweed,
emerging for a billowing moment,
rushing to catch a glimpse of sky,
drowning with a last stroke of breath.

Eternity.

fathomless

fathomless sea,
bare of a shore,
above just fleeting clouds
meant to dissolve in rain

skyless air
the most waning of moons
fallen behind a cliff,
eclipsed eternally

my heart sinks
to a darkened depth
without a ground,
a leaden shell,
unchained, unwound.

#40

On rainy days

I carry sunglasses with me

as I don't trust the rain

On sunny days

I carry an umbrella with me

as I don't trust the sun

But each day

I carry a rainbow with me

in confidence

the moon

will smile in the sky again

Rise

*
I

never

had a garden 

but a wildflower

gleams at the seam

of star-strewn night

 and amethyst dawn

embraced by night

yet a silvery winged

pure morning star

scintillating in

the rising

sun
*

~ for Yelena ~

never the less

seamless sea

cutting blade

of an edgeless
moon straying

in horizonless sky 

shipless haven
(fog banks and silt)

anchor and beacon

tied to a blue

timeless heaven

Moony

blown by a gentle tide in flossy sky

her cloudy dress an amber gleam

fragile and delicate

she comes on, sailing with the moon

pouring her milky light upon my waves

while wintry trees reach out their arms

 to grasp a glimpse of smiles

she passes, swaying on the moon

a diadem of light garlands her hair

wrought of harvested falling stars

guiding my sickle boat of dreams

she fades, wafting with the moon

I soar

and sail along with her

 under my keel

a pulsing stream

(...)

holding the heart

in her hand

she melts ice flowers

alighting on her window pane

perfuses white curtains

silken and lace

on a weightless wing

of a soft piano melody

she soars to universal skies

on a prayer to heaven

between fierce tempest and serene hues of dawn

beckoned by Venus

in a cradle of feathered clouds

to gift divine words

served in a phial of hope

holding the hand

in her heart

(for Yelena)

Vorherbst

Der Sommer geht –
bald wird die Zeit sein
da Nebel aufzieh'n in den Gründen
wenn spät der Morgen taut.

Bald wird die Zeit sein
da sich in Auen Kühle frisst
und Feuer in den Häusern zünden.

Bald wird der Pfeil der Vögel flieh'n
auf Flügeln schwer, der Sehnsucht nach,
ins Land von Gold und Purpur.


Bald schon muss spätes Laub
fallen von starren Zweigen,
blutrot im Sterben steh'n.

Bald wird die Zeit sein
da in den Straßen, leergepeitscht vom Sturm
kaum noch ein Schritt verhallt.

Bald werden schwere Wolken jäh
die dunklen Wälder schütteln,
verwelkten Sommertraum verweh'n im Wind.


Wieder ist Zeit
da um das Herz sich Schweigen legt
im Nachtfrost.

Sea and Sky

                               Outreaching far, the sea
                               in me, and tide and longing in her
                               Above, around: just sky
                               grey shades in blue, deep luminosity
                               containing all, entwining you and me

                               But who has ever grasped the sky?
                             
                               Who held an ocean in their arms?