You know...
I could be anything:
a speck of dust
....flying....
in the morning wind,
a grain of sand
under your strolling feet,
a handful of mud
at the roots of the grass leaves
.... in your garden....
Anything you wanted me to be
I'd become
As long as I can just be around.
15.11.2014
14.11.2014
Filled Hollows
You
are my zenith,
to reach you,
I'd cross a pathless heath
and
share more
than
the colors of the skies
swaying
above the holy beliefs
of angels
born-n-raised as heathens
or the delayed remorse
of a wild child.
of a wild child.
Though
getting lost
together
in
this cosmic vastness
might
confirm some of our fears
We can
still walk
we can still run,
shoeless,
all this changing distance
shoeless,
all this changing distance
between south and north.
Our blank or rhymed verse
overpasses
channels and bridges
like a snow cloud,
like a snow cloud,
stopping the pace of time
right in its middle.
Breathing your spring tones
Breathing your spring tones
suddenly explains
why being us
feels much easier
why being us
feels much easier
than being
just you or just me. Around,
just you or just me. Around,
some candles
have burned down,
some are burning away
the sorrow of man
the sorrow of man
then they
are put out
for a
while
not to obstruct
the gods' worthy worship
but to
preserve a light.
Let’s pause now,
in this
deliberate darkness;
Words
have been drained
of love
of love
for a nobler purpose
whose means
justifies the ends,
the sacred winds
have chiseled holes
in our
bodies
making us
look like two lanterns.
13.11.2014
Consolable Whispers
Though
shoulders
will
still be straining
Under
the weight
of loss,
a
trembling,
almost
unheard voice
summons
your breath
not
to be held in vain,
and just
wait
until
the miracle
until
the miracle
of
its soft echoes
has finally come around
to filter
heartsickness,
to filter
heartsickness,
the sour bitterness of regret,
out
of your blood.
Denied
by
forgetfulness,
misfortune
memories
may
break
into my private thoughts
at times,
into my private thoughts
at times,
out
of the blue.
The irony is
a single incantation
The irony is
a single incantation
from you
will
always help forgiveness
to
wash away,
for good,
for good,
the
gray remains of
the horizons
in
both our views.
With the scar pains
deleted
deleted
and
dignity restored
Pride
will be put to rest
and the
insoluble grief
will be dissolved
will be dissolved
by
an eternal present,
the real delight,
growing so splendidly
within our chests.
Sharing our rainbows
and our verve
and our verve
completed
by the vital wealth of love
makes for no waste
only allows our spirit
to be embraced
to be embraced
like
second chances are
at a new crossroads.
12.11.2014
Anchored
We
circumnavigate
the
globe, an
elastic breeze
is attached
around our waists,
the
free fall was checked
by both
by both
and
a new colony
of
mild impressions
and blue epiphanies
awaits
to cushion our voyage.
to cushion our voyage.
In
silence,
we
bounce up and down
against
the rising stars
sufficiently
deaf-
to the mermaids'charming songs
and
blind enough-
to
any nymph’s dance.
Enchanted by ashes of rebirth
(our own)
(our own)
and
music of spheres
We shall hold hands
to remind ourselves,
without
words,
that only heaven knows
how
long
we
have been in the same barge,
rocking
and rolling
in
our own storms,
how
often we have been
in
charge
of
a pirate vessel
seizing the
treasures and debts
of the smooth, treacherous sea
or
a warship
setting
course only
to
restore peace.
Right
now
with
an invincible fleet
of safe thoughts
rounding
the Cape of Good Hope
there’s
no need
to
burn this boat
which
brought us near,
there's no need
to leave this irreversible harbor,
there's no need
to leave this irreversible harbor,
or
abandon the burdensome cargo
oppressing a way back home.
oppressing a way back home.
11.11.2014
Plenitude
Joy
sneaks in
through
the suave air
to
breathe its splendors
and
its infinities
while
a deep musing
gingerly
locks away
a
trickster’s labyrinth
of
ache and grieving
with
clairvoyant dare.
An
exuberance of grace,
of self-forgiveness
and warmth
is flipped out,
on a canvas
of
perpetual maze
together
with an abundance
with an abundance
which outweighs both
the triumph of small things
the triumph of small things
and earthly glory
of one's shortest hours.
Without a doubt,
you are and will be
but a mirror
reflecting silver linings.
10.11.2014
Honeyed Reveries
A man of depth,
one of the best kind
there is,
in the presence of faith
I can feel his essence
being kissed
being kissed
on the cheek,
then forehead
and an elusive life
line
in the palm
of his left hand.
of his left hand.
They feel right,
my secret vows
to him,
though
my secret vows
to him,
though
they shall remain
secret and bound
to a timeless ground.
Back to back,
and through dropping eyelids,
the shining tears
won’t deny
secret and bound
to a timeless ground.
Back to back,
and through dropping eyelids,
the shining tears
won’t deny
the candied words
he steals from my
mouth
or those hidden
behind my neck
in late spring.
in late spring.
A bliss of fate,
he will be - one
casting its longed shadow
he will be - one
casting its longed shadow
in the night garden
and over the sea waves
until my soul
has grown feet
has grown feet
only
to be swept off -
to be swept off -
then settle down on a rest day
for the length of a life’s retreat
for the length of a life’s retreat
in a sweet nook,
a heartfelt beat away.
09.11.2014
Summer E-scape
the humble feet
stepping out
of a cold sea
and into the arms
of an unknown season
but you - You make
a much-embraced wave
slow down
and the warm wind's touches
tenderly retreat.
Well-aligned
with your dense silence,
I smile
I smile
knowing I am
no longer invisible
to you, and shiver,
seeing you nod
with my shadow
has made that perfectly clear.
A mysterious fever
rushes through my
veins
as I become sightless:
the rays of fond light
interfere with the breeze
capturing the
entire you
inside the frame
of a most genteel picture.
Standing here,
tall and overprotective,
you hold my shoulders
still
with your hands
and melt me back
together
from pieces.
Tears and incoming scents
are consumed
by both
by both
so that, somehow,
we can soon re-paint
the colorless deserts
into the greenish shades
of a self-made heaven.
Right on this stage
surrounded by sand lines
two simple souls are merged
to perfection,
embraced as our own,
singing and dancing
along
with the golden songs out there
written
in the name of love.
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