for the star-spangled sky in your eyes
the quiet depth of your being
and the tenderness of your smile
for this that is woven in you and me
to the confines of this world.
(for D.)
September 01, 2019
August 26, 2019
you
you, the quiet one
you, beloved one
who went into my being
like a tiny beautiful star
slowly unfolding in dusk's fading light
but essential to the sky's wholeness
you, the quiet one
slowly filling the sea with silver
fallen from wings of ethereal heralds
into the eye of a truthful heart
slowly growing into my forest
flowering in the tips of the roots.
(for D.)
August 21, 2019
honey
i could be the bee
visiting your flower
in the light of honey
nesting among the wood's pillars,
amid the soft sound of rain
bathing your petals
with tender care
your pollen were my ambrosia
a load of fine silver
gathered from gossamer threads
in the stillness of dawn
i would be the bee
curling in your flower
holding hands with your roots
as you hold my wings
i would be the bee
returning to the comb and your flower
a taste of moonlight
in my flight
(for D.)
visiting your flower
in the light of honey
nesting among the wood's pillars,
amid the soft sound of rain
bathing your petals
with tender care
your pollen were my ambrosia
a load of fine silver
gathered from gossamer threads
in the stillness of dawn
i would be the bee
curling in your flower
holding hands with your roots
as you hold my wings
i would be the bee
returning to the comb and your flower
a taste of moonlight
in my flight
(for D.)
#157
Love anyways, even if she would be gone.
Believe that an eternal flower will somewhere grow deep in her forest, small but enduring, guarded by trees with roots in the ancient days, like elanor and niphredil on the glades of Lórien.
Believe that an eternal flower will somewhere grow deep in her forest, small but enduring, guarded by trees with roots in the ancient days, like elanor and niphredil on the glades of Lórien.
August 15, 2019
stillness, wide open
the eye roams far
over a land
opening wide as the dome of blue
arching above us
honey-coloured stubbly fields
undulating song of earth
where the corn danced in slow waves
beneath soft summer breeze
lines of almond trees
guarding walls of drystones
beat by the sun, passed by the wind of time
like the life within their confines
stillness spreads inside
from the blue haze of mountains,
the silken flowing of evening gold,
nature's quiet and serene persistance,
from your light in the tangerine sky.
August 08, 2019
at the shore
we would linger at the shore of the ocean
on the line where the elements meet
in their strife around, for each other
and their yearning to become one
waves nag at the rock foaming white
in the thunderbolt of the surge
licking salt, tasting earth and the fragrance
of unfurling flowers dusted with spray
the wind sends a scent of the dancing sea
dark beneath glistening silver gems
from the stream of a blooming sky
reigned by the diadem of the moon
surf becomes fire
in our boat in the sea
we watch the stars falling
one by one.
(for D.)
July 20, 2019
#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.)
July 18, 2019
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.
June 15, 2019
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.
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.
May 25, 2019
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.)
May 16, 2019
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.)
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.)
May 13, 2019
May 07, 2019
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.)
April 27, 2019
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.)
April 09, 2019
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.)
April 04, 2019
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.
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.
April 01, 2019
☽
take the sky away
your moon shall stay
flower sweet with bitter fruit
unfading as the sea.
(for D.)
March 28, 2019
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.
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.
March 01, 2019
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.)
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.)