Driven she creates
Strong as steel her thread of silk
Piercing through Dawn's dew

Empty
Empty
Empty
It rises like a wave
Crash and it washes over me
But will I sink or float

A breath of fresh air
          a memory
Summer rings
         inside my heart
like a bell
  from long ago;  
Pine needles
       in your hair
scent of tobacco
         on your shirt
Skin to skin
        the heat
love,  
drifting away, like
             smoke !

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πουλί της αυγής θα ήμουν  
αν τα πουλιά
πράταν με  φαντασία

βηματισμός στο υγρό  χώμα
σταλαγματιές
ρυθμό θυμίζουν

γιαυτές μιλώ





Drips

breathed of rain,
a balm for memory.

a bird of dawn I’d be,
if birds could daydream.

footsteps on damp soil
remind me of rhythm.

drips—
they're the ones I speak of.

she fits perfectly
against my stomach.

the lamb and the light
of all we could become,
gentle spirit of the everlasting moment.

the heaven when all,
all we want,
is all we have.

Swollen fingers, fevered head,
Pressure and tearing of purple veins.
Pills, side effects,
All this pain to join this living race.

The peloton far, far ahead,
And here I climb a slick *****,
Thinking: I can’t manage,
I don’t cope anymore.

Bills sharpen, sharky credits circle,
No funds to stand upright.
Sweaty forehead, stomach clenched.
How good that with a smile,
Still carrying a tender, loving heart inside.

It does not matter where I was placed,
What name I bear, where I am from.
I am with myself 24 hours a day,
No vacations from endless thought.

With words I cut,
I healed what was ash,
Waiting for redemption
Even if I failed a thousand times.

I recognize myself in every human face:
In tightened lips and widened pupils.
As much tenderness as cruelty,
As many warm nights as skies of lead.

I have never wanted to be a false saint
Only tangible punched letters on the page
Still scrubbing my scrawled future
And hope that tomorrow
I can do it just a little
better.

Perfect morning scene
Full quality of light
Fruit tree flowers flush
So very pink against
A sky so very blue

Honey jasmine air
Star petals frosty white
Burning bottle brush
with scarlet flames not quenched
by glinting candy dew

Leaves drink up the sun
See all the clocks
In all the trees
Sense shifting balance favour
less the nighttme, more the day

Triumphant feeling flows
The equinox
In quiet passing
Led to colours loudly telling
that the light will have its way

Impossible despair
When nature shines like this
Warming every part
From gloomy winter shade
To hibernating cheer

A message penned in glow
Unable to resist
Thaws the chilly heart
Where sprouting joy is made
And bliss is running clear

Less the nighttime, more the day
The light will have its way
Now spring is here

Into the lofty paradise of a quiet
         mind
                          she goes
Focusing on eternity
     she breathes
     into each silent sphere
             with luminous delight !
Chakra orientation :
              she sits
             like a lotus  on a circular bed
              made of ancient gold and bronze .
Delving deeper than the
                        ocean floor
    inside a cavernous  place  
                         further still than
                God's pitch of stars
Inside this Utopian fairyland
                              of purant truth
                     Shangri-la
        the place of her new existence,
Her very own garden of Eden,
                                    more beautiful than
the promised land.

A storm lit path lies
Midst grey stone bright yellow rose
Warmth upon the heart