Fallen leaves.
Withered tree.
Time stood still.
I will come to the garden
caress dreams
of children and our home.

I left love
calming for me the whole world.
I was looking for her all my life.
Now it’s too late.
Miles Davies cuddles loneliness.
I’m a girl swinging in the past.

to my mother

I hid You in a poem
still warm
like Your look
and words of love
true
like my and your life
I’m not afraid any more
it’s a present for You

Christmas is coming gliding through the world
everyone is sharing a wafer and warm words
carp smells with memories
animals tell stories like real wizards
snow covers sorrows dancing with the wind
presents rustle under the Christmas tree
father fixes the hands of the clock
mother staples the shreds of the past
I build with blocks the tower of time
rocking horse lulls me to sleep
first star makes dreams come true
I'm going home for Christmas

bird’s silent singing
captured in the morning dream
wakes to new life:
pirouetting in the air
disappears in the rainbow

the fluffy dog
searching for the cone and stick
in the nearby park
plays happily with the wind,
neglecting the flow of time

My time is listening
to the steps under the door
they are growing
everywhere
they approach and move away for a while
I’m afraid I don’t want to be alone
I’m once again a little girl
standing by the window and preview life
I see everything through the fog
there was always this curtain
between me and the world

languages of love
burn inside me
kisses caress
filling
with sensual music
I want You to play it
without words
I will never
let You go