autumn (vi)

here is again this time of year
when trees glow in a robe of gold
when passing pours its flask of wine
over the ripened fields

the eye sinks deep into a cobalt sky
where shards of summer clouds
melt into haze in darkening west
like footsteps lost in sea

this is again the time of life
where shadows lengthen, creeping cold
from careless heights standing against
the paling evening light

a mist enshrouds the outer world
where pathways lead into a nowhere
a wall of stillness from a blinding light
a leaf relinquished as the only colour.

dream

This night brought you into my dream again. You were near yet unattainable, a wafting presence.

#160

for eons my soul will search you

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.)

you

you, the quiet 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

you, beloved one

slowly growing into my forest

flowering in the tips of the roots.

(for D.)

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.)

#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.

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.

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.)

#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.)