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For you, I’d become a Christian

I have seen bliss,

Starring at the edge of a cliff.

And everybody thinks

The moon is up there, alone.

Without you,

I am not a master anymore.

We will be again

Walking side by side,

As before…

 when time, seemed never to fade

Never to pass…

Beyond the reach of your voice.

I have seen bliss, my sweet.

Will you have arms anew,

Where we’ll meet again?

Things low

Things low,

Start stirring.

The hour has arrived.

I always knew I would regret

My passing,

Of you.

Things low,

Low in my stomach

Love naming you,

Love to remind me

…

I was a fool,

And they know better…

Of you.

Apathy subsided

Red cranberry seeds,

Garnished

With frozen dew,

Paint the forest’s edge.

Swarms of leafs

Float silently in the grey

Foggy winds,

Just like the bees

Before them,

Just like the flakes

in winter.

The grass underneath,

Has forgotten

The many mornings of sun,

When the earth

smells like the sky.

Complexing intricacies born

Heart!

Shut up!

You do not know your leading!

I have what’s right,

You want what’s sweet.

Go back to sleep…

I’ll never search your thumping,

I’ll never call your name!

Heart!

Be still! you’re asking,

A leap on wounded knees.

 A bursting, humid pupae                                                                            

Is what today you’re posing.                                                                       

But, dearest heart!

Be silent.

Our running-path is closing…

FLIGHTLESS BIRD

I am a white

FLIGHTLESS BIRD

Prey and ghost

Of your touches.

I am welded to

My memories of you

My desires,

strange and desperate,

grounded…

eternally beseeching

 your towers of noon.

Minimal breach

Missing, is the empty shell

Half buried in sand.

Sadness, is the dried out

Bird nest, in late spring.

My feet slowly wonder,

The wet grass at the edge

Of the golden, yellow, forest,

As the last warm sunset,

Wears the color of your hair.

A nightingale reminds me…

Emptiness, reflected

In the bottom of the well.

Cold, dark, water…

Like the nights without hope,

Of coming together again.

Apprenticeship forbidden

There are words,

That can be only

Ugly, plain, or sweet.

“Forever” is not one of them.

I think of it,

When your eyes catch the sun,

Or when the wind

Plays gleefully with leaves.

I see it, on your skin,

Sitting at the feet of the bed.

I feel it,

Running through fields of wheat,

With the blue sky dancing,

Above an infinite time.

There are words,

That can be both, ugly and sweet.

“Forever” is not…

One of them.

Commemorance

I remember ,

When my body was a smooth path

For any drop of water to cling to.

It had a clear, warm road to follow,

From my temple, to my feet…

If I stretched just right.

I remember,

A particular rain, in which

All drops met a hundreds rivulets,

Stretching on forever.

From my arms, to your lips…

If I smiled just right.

Endless cycle

Wisps of morning

Drunken away…

As I slowly realize

I have dreamt of you anew.

My composure slips.

My chin trembles.

For I remember again,

Why it hurts breathing…

Why I hate waking…

Alone.

The reluctant stone

I would gladly lead.

For I remember

Being born for that.

I will joyfully play your hero,

Inspire your hearts

And save our children.

For I remember my training.

I was supposed …

    To inspire. And lead us all,

    To glory.

I should avenge your passing, mother.

But my senses were cut,

Deep to the bone.

And I wander the deserts.

    Since.

    All alone.

Of tails and mornings

After the rain,

The orchard’s path

Is overgrown with snails.

Slowly, hypnotically,

Emerging on silver roads

Escaping the deep, wet call,

That always pulls them in…

After the rains.

They glide on silver threads,

That leads to flower, from flower,

to leaf.

Oh, how much I would be one!

Silently watching the world go by

 In a furious choreography …

Of  trails.

Of butterflies

Since spring,

Tiny sparrows cross my trail

Every day.

Busy and noisy

Jumping to an unheared song,

Gracefully dancing

In a violet killing spree.

All butterflies fear death.

So they don’t cross

    my path any more.

A word

If ever,

The saddest day is the cherry tree

losing it’s petals.

Pink tears wash the trails

In perfumes of timeless remorse.

And couples whisper under them,

“How wonderful !  Romantic!”

Not knowing they pass

Under the hand of death

Made metaphor to humans,

…

In the darkest hour

Of spring.

The sepulcher’s fare

The hours gone by,

The ewers passed…

Each fleeting crow

Brings me closer,

Throws me deeper.

The grave digger prevails,

For no dark veils

Shall go unturned.

For no deep shadows

Shall stay at peace.

My hour is near,

Sing me, my love.

Hold these frail bones,

Before time surges me further,

Before I forget

The cove of your arms.

MATCH POINT IN THE DARK

The apple is turning green,

The farms are growing like mushrooms,

And all things are made to be eaten.

Your sister had five kids and your car

Is having a new paint coat.

Burgers outside on the terrace,

And beer. Hunting with buddies for fun.

The house is full of perfumes and the dinner

Will bring stray dogs to feed on the leftovers.

You buy a new car. You buy a new house.

You have an office. You want to be slim.

And wash your body with palm-oil creams.

Your crazy neighbor is a stupid vegan,

Your crazy brother went in the army again,

Your crazy mother got a rash from eastern medicines.

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But all is ok.

By the time your kids will have kids,

There will be nothing left of this Earth,

So we can all die in peace.

Ineffaceable

I am dirty

And my name is Truth.

I am blue and rough,

A tangle for your dreams,

A cover of your eyes.

My hands never quiver

before yours,

embraced in sermons and hearts.

I twist and turn

Your fear with desire…

I below and whisper,

All that is mine to give.

My name is Mirror

And I hide .

A short repartee

Your feet are like pillars

That dig deep in my earth.

I shalth keep you forever

And tie you to my woomb…

With the sweetest of vines,

That bare forth...

The strongest wine.

Contentment

Summer rain painted with clouds,

And autumn skies.

This is what I love.

Rows of corn,

yellow like your hair in the sun…

The deep water of the old stone fountain…

Warm pears on a wooden table,

soft like your skin.

That is what I love.

Lying in the grass,

With my blue-eyed fat-cat,

Feeding me ardor

From his fingers,

Feeding me honey

From his lips.

This is what I five for.

A hero’s remnant

Above the rise,

In full summer’s color…

I shall lay, my love.

Under trees that bend,

Behind leafy drapes of green…

My sleep will never end.

Behold my fight!

The eerie shadows forth,

The glint of steel and rage,

As I begin my deadly dance

Upon my closing stage.

My knees are grounded…

And the grass,

Is soft, and sweet, and calling.

Your face appears …

And I forget,

The darkness that is crawling.

Below the sun,

Behind the green,

The battle cry is fading.

My breath has stopped…

Your vision lost…

And all my life is wading.

As dusk unfolds,

And dew descends,

The sound of swords has faded.

But all is well.

With fighting coin,

My life…for yours, I’ve traded.

THE SEAL

Kiss me with thy mouth

For I desire it, better than wine.

Your arms are my rejoice,

For I have searched of such,

Soft petals among thorns.

Your skin sendeth forth

The smell dearer to me than riches.

Stay by my feet, your hand under my head,

For I am sick with love.

The voice of my beloveth

Is calling me to secret places :

“ Arise and come allay.

I shall feed upon your lilies,

Until day break…and shadows flee away. ”

Attending grave

The first white silence of the year

Caught in the pristine snow.

At night,

I hear your steps outside

Crunching in the frozen blanket.

I jump to light your way,

I scream your name

Until birds awaken in the forest.

It’s edge is empty.

I must have dreamt of you,

Stepping bare footed

In the first snow, beneath my window,

Frozen in the white night…

I cry knowing you are cold

And alone…

Just like the day you died,

-The first time I ever saw you naked-,

In the icy river.

Abidingly yours

His breath

Is like a black storm

In the synapses of my forest.

I love thy skin

My master undisputed,

My brother in sin,

My sibling of heart.

My roots

Borough through you

As I slowly enter your domain.

Let me be.

For I have lost my way out,

Willingly.