there is no me.
there is no you.
that early last-year snow
has covered all our
future traces.
your hands are shaking
spilling up
small words
which are bouncing from the low sky
hitting really really
deep
we are hugged by
autumn wind and
yellow leaves
it is nice only in the dawn
while birds are sleeping
by a touch
of a little mouse that would
eagle want-to-become
one day
who knows
you are awakening only sadness
wasting it over
endless fields
of my fertility
of course that it will grow
if one love could
become proud in order
love to become
why wouldn't now
decompose
all these atoms of fractals
all these light years
games that we played
why not
who is going to say
that different would be better
we do not know about ourselves or others
nothing
and it seems to us just sometimes
that we have found some golden wire and followed it
and then we are wondering
where from, suddenly, silver frost
and graves
by the road.................
if this morning
for the last time sew for you
shoes of Dreams
with which you'll silently hug
endless fogs of disappearing
my shadow will follow you
to protect you if necessary
and to make you smile if
ever grief fly over
your beautiful face
it is not regret
what I say to you now
it is not desire
which torment me in the long night hours
which I am counting within the grooves of consciousness
it is not the memory
on your lips
and your touch
it is only
one butterfly flew out of the darkness of the larvae
exempt from the staples and bonds which
linked him too long
to an invisible shackles of his
forgotting-ness of his
true self
these are just sounds
of the melody which my heart sings
for the first time in my life
thankfully and wounded
at the same time
it is only anxiety
that I will love you long long time
even when I forget
on which side you're gone
and when I will be able to find you
only if
I seek for you inside of myself
I am kissing you.
with my invisible lips wrapped around your dreams
your shiverings in the dawn
that only I can feel
I am carressing your eyelids with kisses small and unreal like
a snowflake on the palm
I am blotting the smell of your skin
childlike gentle
nurtured
manlike
I open my soul
I am opening the box of my forgotten hopes
spilled over the carpet by which
you are comming
I feel how you glide
into my body
how your energy is
fulfilling me completely
with no resistance
the power of gravity
layed once again
its role of ebb and tide
there is no rescue there
it simply is,
like that
I am opening the palms
and from them are flying out all these
omens
that you dared
to wish to make
yours
dangerous games
we both love
I do not speak
I am just silent
here and now
beside you
and your reflection in
me.........
This time I will only be
Let the centuries flow through the vastness of the soul
Let the worlds collide somewhere else
Let the wars calm down
and the warriors through their weapons away
This time
Only silence will merge with the beats of this heart
only stars will shine outside and within
After a while
all you have to do
is drown in Silence
and wait
Be who you Say you Are
... or don't speak at all...
Embracing Silence
Bursting with Fruits
Season
of
Soul
