In the dim darkness
you sit agains a tree
feeling how love is dripping
like a melting icicle
in the first sun if spring.

Down the heart
the honey kissed drops
slide in softness
leaving a mark
of their carved path
deeply in every vessel.

Meeting each other
crawling under the skin
forming a dense web
of darkness and light
mingled, entwined in one.

You sit agains a tree
in the dim darkness
feeling the honey kissed
tender drops of love
slide down your eyes
dropping on the sweet
quietness of night.

The fire's silk immersed blaze
crackles quietly amid the dark
deeply in the night-set haze
lights a distant frailing spark.

As the time howls in haste
running ahead of its own course
there are no words to waste
on the paper of heart's remorse.

The hands of the wind conjure
your notion of life's whole
as you sit by the blaze to ponder
while time's eyes riddle your soul.

In the field
I am gathering
spring sunny blossoms
cherry tree tender branches
under the blue sky
I pace through gardens
braiding a wreath
with those soft flowers
and at night under the stars
I bring my white painted bed
to see you better.

As the river flows
never stopping its way
its calming quiet mutter
its hasty vicious pace
its unexpected turns
and crystal clear reflection
full of living fresh energy
always passing anew.
So does life. Always flows
passing anew in the dawn dew
in its hasty pace at vicious race.

In this star-consumed clear night
we look through a kaleidoscope
to see inside our soul's and light
the candles in the dark to warm
our hearts in this persistent storm.

In the darkest nights
where stars are blooming
you whisper into the wind
words that fly like seeds
travelling distances afar
and finding their bed
among the soft earth
or my soul's strings.

The dimensions of human
are never ending play
and thoughts never finish
torn between thousand waves.

Where is the mystic limit
of life's ceaseless turmoils
from upper to the downside
you run your speedy wheels.