from grunts came finesse
lip smacking sounds

a universal voice
the understanding of words

a finger points
a mind lights up

two minds connect
unity makes love

Morph
Morph into anything
Into a nightmare
Into a pleasant dream
A morning bird
Or a moonlit bedroom
Fear of handcuffs
Or whisper's trust
Into an old man
Or newborn flower
Stain of coffee
Or withering grass

Whatever
You'll morph into
In my dream

I'll still love you

I see a whale in the horizon
and it´s the ethereal of wisdom
the final day
soon it will come
all over the place
to spread the last
silence
the last bleed
another scar
before to leave
another rose
frost heave
another tear
backflows
and then
the leap

I am the lantern
The good old lantern
But so much is damaged
Dumped in heaps of abandoned...

Do you remember me, the lantern
The good old lantern
Gave you a good inspiration
Of light in darkness
The dark foot path we traveled
As a helper...

But that long ago
seems like yesterday
engraved
in the most vulnerable
part of the mind
etched
at the depth
of the most sensitive heart-
the past
is more than
the sum-total
of the present
it tears all else apart--

search if you must
dig into the hidden wells
of the long-distant past
murky under-currents
still spill into the now
in rage they often gush-

I was not careless
I never stepped
on the wrong side
of love but trapped
by her beauty capricious
how I struggled and tried
despite the pain to persuade
all my tears dropped into dust-

that long ago
now unmasked
even at my wintry years
I couldn't let go
drowned
in self-pitying tears.

If you give me "no"
I’ll only turn it around.
Arrange it backwards.  
Put it upside down.
Turn it on its head.
And then it won't be "no",
it'll be "on"
instead!

death has come to greet me,
tell my loved ones i am going,
ask them for the last time,
to come and meet me,

tell her not to haste,
ask her to wait,
for i have a mother,
who standing at the door awaits,

my brother must be,
watching my way,
we haven't talked
for several days,

in its impulsiveness ,
it will not hear,
my father crying,
he is standing near,

death has come to greet me,
i want her not to hurry,
but it will not listen to me,
so let me embrace her happily,
for after such a long time,
death has come to greet me....