I must love you so much…

There is a room, not too large, not too small. It holds the silence of forests for me. Poppies bloom on its walls. Ocean waves could be heard in beating of my heart. Dream making is allowed between hours, day and night. I am so selfishly alone in this room. The door is unlock, I…

After…before… the happy cat

I imagine myself after many springs, sit in a same chair listen to the garden, the rose bushes, air murmurs under soft petals' ears. The stream of new flows in undiscovered moments, love happily blooms. How quietly all faded away vanished in depth of the garden, when silence entered into the unwashed secret path behind…

Kings, queens and playing kites

There are bridges Crossed by kings, And queens. Men, women, who couldn’t become other than who they were. Their simple nature Made a legend of their anonymous tracks. They signposted Many paths… The scares on their hands Showed how many times They have missed to nail The right place “what it is.” They climbed, The…

A yellow rose

My soul is a free stream, Runs through dark and light, sometimes she laughs Sometime cries. What she wants is to love. I want to feel my roots, Spreading in dark moist soil of earth, I want to feel like a human, Who could be happy, Who is full of love With piece of bread…

Garden of love

Heart is a strange place, To arrive or choose to stay on. Not all residence, Find the hidden treasure, The ones they do, Kneel, speechless before The amazing light of the beloved. They turn their destiny, Inside out, Burning flames of candle, Silent walker of light, Chain-free seers of love Ravishing crystal of soul, They…

Quest of love

If you count, The dark bruises of love, On hands and feet of mine, You realize, The forests of Ireland, Need to expand, The border of their growth, To sum it up. There is no place, For safety, When one faces the unknown longing. It is called, The less travelled path, Full of danger, Specialized…

Beloved 6

The soul is aroused Of the sight of her beloved, walking in distance far. Layer by layer, She gets undress, Heart pounds with anticipation, Nothing suits her, More than this nakedness. Nightingale whispers in her ears, News of coming spring, When great lover is on his way, Others disappear in smoke of his fire. She…