November

The dark silhouette of May.

Quietness under the skies,

chilly.

Smell of mould in the forests,

somber.

The dusky alley.

The colors fading,

and leaves.

Caresses forgotten,

in an eyblink.

But only the dying

will live

forever and ever.

And lovers will love

once again.

Novemberest dream.

Fiery kiss

in the frostness.

The breathing of glowing lips,

trembles.

Warm palms,

warm in each other,

freezing journey.

The mildness of sounds

in the middle of the desert.

November 2010.

In the blue-bluer sky

In the blue-bluer sky

in the white-whiter purity

I want to drown

and cover myself

with brightest of dreams

and kiss the innocence hard

How I want to

forget my one self

in Paradise never-ending

where there is no you

nor me

but only the endless

fluctuation

Malaga

09.08.06

I close my eyes

The snow is falling, falling

I don't see a thing

The white snow

is falling, falling

and it no longer hurts

That I feel like a stranger

in this world

And that

its unmerciful light

doesn’t warm me

Golden, yellow leaves

appearing on roads

First grey hair

on mine

the weirdest of all

The winter is coming

Will they survive?

How I wish

you would touch

my wet cheeks right now

Kiss

my eyes tired

Put your

scarred hands

on mine

The summer apples are ripe

Time to say goodbye

to the green

meadows

let go of the snowbirds

Cover me, winter

with dreams of spring

for primroses

to raise from the dead

after our dying

13.8.2009

February

Wintertide, oh wintertide,

your hair is long

and fingers cold

and slippers creaky.

With a funny frozen smile
in a silence cold as ice

the treetops petrified

perilously whisper.

And tree roots

deep in themselves

are having dream of a dream

that spring shall be no more.

A gardener will sing,

her silver voice is echoing,

mingelling and jingelling

in stillness of the garden.

Frightened by deadly chill

in a hollow birdies sleep

daring not to breathe

in vagrant unison.

In their purity of hearts

there lies a little magic box

full of treasures

like the abundance of the ocean.

On the vastitude of sea

an aeonioan sailing ship

sailing with the paper sails,

all words along it taketh.

And in the deepest of the sea,

a thousand fathoms down beneath,

under golden sand and earth,

there lies a shell of pearls.

Inside that pearly shell of pearls

lies a pearl most radiant

and a fountain and the birds

never cease there singing.

And in the pearliest of pearls

a silver fairy has a dream

of February

in her crystal palace.

9.02.2010

Miracle

So quiet

under soft midnight eyes.

Somewhere, behind the sleeping forest

I know you’re not sleeping

you smile.

How come?

Mayhap of the golden hair?

Or the gleam on the forehead?

Or the burning cheeks

and the frightened look when I see you?

Do not say -

just caress me with the silence,

in a flash

with a tender look

filling it with completeness.

Beyond words,

the marginal expressions

wonders may happen

if you still

do you still believe

In the other world,

not like this one,

the one living in hearts

feeding on faith

and our beauty?

Never to cease loving,

never forget what you hope for

to fulfill the rarest of days

with a joy

you never speak of.

So quiet

under soft midnight eyes.

Somewhere, behind the sleeping forest

I don’t sleep, I am thinking

with all tenderness that I have.

28.06.2010