summer day

she smells like the golden light
glinting through billows
of a ripe field of wheat

like the dance of the poppies' wings
in the soft hands of the wind
from a sweet childhood memory

like the song of the lark
immersed in cerulean height
filling an unending summer day

like the silvern river of certainty

flowing with evening quietude

to the outskirts of dusk.

(for D.)

dusk

of all hours of the day

mine is the dusk:

the tangerine sinks into quiet

the light fades from the blue

all peaceful slides the day

into the duvet of the night

the moon's round cheek

snuggles against your face.

(for D.)

#192

kindling a fire in the hearth of your fortress
may cast some light through the window
into the dark outside

yet keep your gates shut
the drawbridge raised
and warm yourself inside your mirror walls

i rather prefer the stark light of stars
to a mirage.

☙

(I was always hoping for a connection with you that would go beyond wearing each other in our minds and hearts.)

the flower and the sea

(The dots are actually silver but the camera could not capture them well.)

(for D.)

at final dusk

will the glow

just fade

into the blue of steel

a transparent forsakenness

will the clouds

be drawn

from the window of this world

displaying pathless deserts

of a starless sky

will your moon

just sink into a nameless sea

a leaden heaviness

from which no wavelet can emerge

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.
.

i search your light

your flower's scent

your meadow's smooth embrace

timeless lavender moon.

(for D.)

...

what could be easy
about letting go

when the sky was in your hands
and my flower
curled around your moon

when the wall you built
seasons ago

(how many days and weeks and hours waiting in vain)
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.

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stayed transparent
to hopes and dreams
to the melody of heartstrings

what could be easy
about letting go . .  .   .    .

wind

the wind is sweeping through the grass
and with it a sigh comes from the sea
a sigh from deepest blue
the remnant from a storm
shaking the pillars of the earth

the wind is sweeping through the trees
turning the leaves to fluttering gold
in spreading light of afternoon
calling the vine towards the sun
to fill the cup of yearning souls

the wind is sweeping through the grass
curling around a flower blue
raising its head towards the sky
to feel the wind's touch in each moon-filled night.


(for D.)

fluttering

fluttering through your lush gardens

your flute plays the melody of my heart

alighting on a spike of lavender

stirred by a whisper from the sea

i fold my wings toward the sky.

(for D.)

#186

your moon

spreading its golden roots

in this fathomless sea

my love

the dark red poppy flower

dancing gratefully

in the soft caress

of your silent wind.

(for D.)

silver rain

if my heart

should ever burst

the pieces scatter

over sea and earth

i wish that

in a silent night

there floods a rain

of falling stars

right into yours.

(for D.)

?

in love

we are connected

for eternity

yet i wonder

if you allow

that our eyes will meet

still in this lifetime

#183

to and fro
stop and go
yes and no
swaying — fraying
turning — churning
caring — swearing
leaving — staying?

plucking petals
from a flower
ever growing
will not pull out the roots

yet my rose longs for your gracious moon
pouring light of honey
over soul and skin.


(for D.)

prayer

May you find another love, someone who can fulfil your dream and live with you each day.

draught

slowly you retreated

one step at a time

like a sea losing water

with each moon

the tide each day

rising a bit lower

season by season

i was hoping for a wave

that would reach my feet

— yet water became

a memory only

i often deemed to glimpse

a silver lined raincloud

in the depth of the sky

but there was only blue

stretching over a desert

now i hardly hope

for just a droplet

in a relentless void.

#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.)