#180

evening shore

in the hour of transition

the wind has settled in the shade of dunes

the sea is stretching out in soothing waves

into a dream unfolding with first stars,

slowly lit beacons beckoning into a deeper sky

of violet kindness of a halcyon garden

where the trees shine ever blooming

in the glance of silver-sweet streams from our well

flowing with clouds of honey into stillness

of our evening souls filled only

with the beat of hearts,

with the safeness of each other's arms.

(for D.)

eternal

with me
i carry you away
into a blooming orchard
spun out of sunlight, green and white
where time rests languidly
between the nodding flowers on the grass
in halcyon dream amid the whisper from the sea
outstretched in deepest blue, scented with lemon sun
kissing lavender fields into a wave of sighs
reaching into souls' gloaming fire

the night falls gently
as velvet gossamer upon our eyes
embroidered diamonds count eternal hours
we sink our flames into the earth
a sapling for the sweetest truth.


(for D.)

#177

you are the sea
illumed by the moon
but confined by cold beaches
and relentless black rocks

my small river
is streaming towards you
yet your tides keep retreating
so my waters are dying
in the brine between reeds.


(for D.)

daffodils

for you they do not bloom

neither for me they do

yet in their colour

glows your light.

(for D.)

into bloom, into blue

in times of harshness

spring spreads its wings

of blossoms fair and tender

into auspicious sky

into a longing far

into a sea of deeper blue

whose wavy fingers

are tracing warming strands.

(for D.)

#174

filling my words in bottles

set them out into sea

if they once

find the shore of your heart

allow yourself to drink

from their bittersweet wine

the taste of blood and stars.

(for D.)

renaissance

spring has arrived

in this part of the world

rejoice, o heart:

sun's love was only sleeping.

#172

my body is not with you

yet my longing weaves flowers around your soul.

(for D.)

silver (ii)

even after dusk

the stream is filled with silver

taking it from the source

all through the sleeping world

to meadows green with spring

through summer's wistful fields

down to the strands of sea,

lighting my mermaid's mirror.

(for D.)

silver

days pass

as drifting clouds before the sun

your light turns ocean fields to silver

turns windswept meadows into waving seas

who keeps a wave

who captures wind

who ever holds the light

but sea-deep hearts.

(for D.)

o wind

wind, o wind

you carry songs across the sea

laden with sandalwood and salt

and memories sailing with starlight

wind, o wind

waves dance in mirth beneath your breath

fill them with longing for a distant shore

and tenderness for winter beaches

wind, o wind

restlessly wandering with flocks of clouds

grazing immensity and black rock isles

swept by the albatros' winged elegance

wind, o wind

you once held sunset in your hands

reflected in her ocean gaze

you once entangled in the fringes of her skirt

between smiles golden and a silver tear

wind, o wind —

may in a blissful hour

from dappling sea in flowering eventide

your grace send me a petal

from her elysian garden.

(for D.)

#168

i let you go
those parts that were not meant to stay —
the soul is a slow traveller
dwelling on sunset's fading hues

...

only in dreams
from shadows of the forest still
emerges a faint light into the glade
a wafting fay, frail as a moonlit haze
gleaming into the forlorn night

a star shines fairly on her forehead
beckons to shores of eventide
falling in soft waves over calming seas
where sailless boats stay moored in peace
where the moon finds haven
in lavender skies.


(for D.)

#167

hanging our branches low

confiding them to flow of life

the river's permanence in motion

suffused by light of summers never passing.

let go

let go

let go

.

.

.

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#165

although you say

you cannot be with me

in skin and spirit

you always are

your moon has its own sky.

(for D.)

flowing

your silence,

colourful leaves

adrift on time's quiet river

your silence,

familiar moon reflection

on heart's gem-glinting depths

my soul,

with willow branches

caressing dark still waters.

(for D.)

maybe one day

maybe too
once in a while
you think of me

maybe even
in some far blue hour
when the world becomes serenely quiet
when the depth of sky sinks into heart
when horizon's light gleams in your fibres

maybe then
by blissful chance the newborn moon
stands as a beacon in your sea of eye
stands as a fruit of transit between worlds

and once again her bark of sweet
carries our gazes in one wave of heart.


(for D.)

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.