#154

my heart the ocean

tending your moonlit isle

waves' gentle fingers

keep reaching for your shore

veiled by lavender haze

linger ambrosia's sources.

(for D.)

after sunset

after sunset

cold blue swallows the fire

follows the predetermined path

of light into the maw of dark

stars alight

as fireflies of our dreams

the only guardians of eternity,

isles out of reach

mist emerges

from the cloth of sea

engulfing our souls

with arms of insignificance.

passage

no whiff of air
from wing tips of a butterfly

no wavelet gleaming
in ocean's vast expanse

no petal soft
falling from tender skies

no sun searching for warmth of pastures

— a comet passing by
leaving a trail of dark.

maybe

from your silence

a butterfly may lift its wings

starting its way across the waves of blue

to find the nectar of our secret isle

amidst the sea.

(for D.)

kisses

before she sinks into sleep
he kisses her forehead
then her boat starts to drift
through the lotus sea of her dreams
protected by sheets of moonlit haze

her thoughts feel as warm as his skin
while they glide through mysterious depths
beyond the surface of day and the curtain of night
searching the grail of horizon's gleaming
in the eyes of another world

his arms become petals
her body and soul his waters
while his wings envelop her
while her floating hair entangles the moon.


(for D.)

A skyful of longing

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thoughts

holding a thought

tight in its beak

tireless, the albatros flies

over the whitecapped wavy field

into the plains of luminous height

tempted to rest on fleeting isles

drifting as dreamy messengers

between two anywheres

the blue became our home

this almost shoreless state

— maybe as well

you think of me.

(for D.)

still waters

still waters

run deep

carrying your petals

down to the mouth of the sea

and your light from the sources.

(for D.)

5 a.m.

at 5 a.m.

when night closes its lids

quite tight over the world

your heartbeat hovers

quietly over the moonlit crest

of the forest's shaded slumber

dissolved at first dawn's shimmer.

(for D.)

haven

in the gold of your smile

all sunsets shall glow

all springs yet to come and yet to remember

shall bloom in the hue of your name

while the crescent moon turns towards you

blue eventime ark

sailless and helmless

yet knowing by heart

your soul's haven.

(for D.)

note

letting go is leaving
not losing

it means letting go of an idea
something that could not be
at this time and at this place

it means walking away
cutting a tear into the sky
to let them fall
into a dismal void beyond

letting go is leaving
not losing.

☽

take the sky away

your moon shall stay

flower sweet with bitter fruit

unfading as the sea.

(for D.)

amid the sea of loss

there lies an island green and fair
amid the sea of loss
with surging hills and valleys lush
with birdsong and the scent of spring
where elven song fills the blue hour
and morning mists with awe
where forests tall with silver bark
stand firm above the sea
sheltering bluebells on unfading grass
green since the eldest days

two wells of tears
spring into silver stream
cascading over rocks
joined to the island's roots
into the lotus lake
all tender and serene
eye to the ground of sky
gleaming in violet flame
falling from height's eternity.

violet hour

in the violet hour
when slowly night begins
to seep into the passing day
when warming light retreats
from eye to inner skies

when the quiet river darkens
laced with ethereal from another world
i find your moon immersed therein
fruit on the silver coat
of still reflection

my fingers touch
the cool and soft
causing the face to ripple
my hands cupped
hold the vision dear

for just an instant
before the stream takes it away.


(for D.)

entwined & parted

two roses parted

by a mountain range

on whose snow-powdered ridge

the moon wistfully glistens

wind sighs through fir and pine

into lavender gloaming sea

cascading from the sky

into the roots

in depth of earth entwined

as fingers reaching out

for petal-covered bliss.

(for D.)

inner landscape

Status Quo

she reads deficient words i scoop

from wordless worlds from her eyes' well

between the lines the rose's tendrils climb

skylorn into the blue

reaching for this wall's ending high

to catch the light of secret gardens.

(for D.)

photo

How the sky reminds me of you.

#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.)