Early summer morning

Early summer morning,
Young sunrise above the sea.
Where his shadow falls
Over the grass I plant my life
Like a cluster of moss
Afloat on wind-stirred sea,
Flushing without roots,
Weirdly softening when the edges
Of his silhouette leans against
My empty handed longing.

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Like the sea

Like the sea:
A distant cry
Deep in my land-bound heart.
Like the wind:
through sea grass
Swaying in the blue fog
Of years gone by.
You danced
through frail memories:
A spring twig in the hands
of a wood cutter
Or a white stream of aurora
Twisting defenselessly
In the currents of the Milky Way.
You were left naked among stars,
Thorns of light like hoarfrost
Piercing the blue foliage of sea,
Making the sun bleed out
In the silence of farewelling screams.
In all this, the madness of the heart,
You were the beached ice berg
Shining green with coral rivers
Crazed,deeply,
Inside me.

Coloring blue valleys sunset red

The cotton grass reaches
To drink the remains of the day.
The old and spent sky pales
In the translucent belated dusk.
You slip your hand into mine
And the softness of folded wings
Spans across my veins,
Coloring blue valleys sunset red.

To remind you of Summer

I taught the wind to laugh,
To walk quietly passed your door,
Scattering green leaves to remind you
Of summer.
I wrote my name in the dew on your window,
Waiting for your heart to remember
The language of the wind
And the muscles in your wings.

Be a Pathfinder

Be a pathfinder
Carving your way through days,
Releasing sunny seconds from dull hours.
Sometimes even summer days need decluttering,
Sorting through memories,
Mining diamonds in dark caves
To paint pathfinder marks on rocks,
Leaving a trail of light in your wake.

Earth Angel

I see you…
Your face, your wings…
Without you knowing
I step into your skin,
Walk in your shoes.

I can feel the loneliness
Stuck, like chewed up gum,
Under your soles.

You wanted to feel loved
Before you loved another.

You carry yourself
Like a hungry downtrodden star,
Eating sparks and blowing dust
From open windows.

You wanted to grow before
You were spread out.

I can feel your homelessness
Like a floating dock loosely tethered to a pile
Of mute days.

You wanted to be held
Before you had to carry the world.

I can touch your erased memories
Invisibly contoured
To not throw shadows in mirrors.

I see you…
Your face, your wings…
Your smile hiding
In sleepless riddles.

Without you knowing
I step into your skin
And I stay there
Waiting for you to see me
My face, my wings…
Becoming yours.

Love itself needs
To be loved into
Existence.