Lily of the valley when is,
    dancing with the breeze..
  Is full of dews,
       with a sighting view..
  With the meadows,
          in the realm..
  Is full of mists,
     in the dawn..
   When sun is shining,
         at the least..
It is all about,
         morning vibes indeed..
Filled with,
      refreshing drops of hopes,
            Which is,
        life’s driving force in need..

The morning dew drops fall to their rest,
Little stars gleaming with moonlight’s reflections,
Each a prism of distant dimensions
Where water weaves its timeless art.
...
On the tapestry of earthy green leaves,
A universal ballet begins its dance.
...
Spinning fractals sway to rhyming crickets,
Their choir humming a classical strain,
Soaring high as ancient redwoods
That tower over dew drops as they plié
Into a pirouetting waterfall,
Its crash a cosmic pulse of percussion,
Rising swift to a triumphant crescendo.
...
Then silence falls with dawn’s first light,
Transforming the dewy pantheon
To diamonds ablaze in golden rays,
Their stance defiant against the sky’s vault.
...
Back to the heavens from which dew wept,
A forlorn mist yearning for cloudward flight,
Yet bound by gravity’s tidal embrace,
Turning mist to rain, falling as stars.
...
Droplets destined to meet the lonely night,
And dance again in the dew drop ballet.

When you stand,
stand on solid ground

When you run,
place your feet with care.

But when you dance,
step out on the sprung floor
and tread the air.

Petals in the breeze,
Whispers of colors dance bright,
Nature's soft embrace.

yesterday
i took part in
a latvian wedding
even though
i had no idea
what i was doing;
we formed a circle
with burning torches
and sang and chanted
and screamed
performing rituals
that the fathers
of their fathers
once performed

i was told that
the male guests
had given the groom
the strength of a bear
while the bride
was given wisdom
and encouragement
for the years to come
the bride and groom
were then bound
with symbolic chord
blessings and song
joining them together
by hand and heart

without being able
to speak the language
i had to guess or
discreetly ask
for explanations
from other guests
to understand
the significance
of each part;
watching the bride
and groom however
it was clear immediately
their love needed
no translation

Your slim body,
Your gentle movements,
Your angelic eyes
Are all a part of our last dance.

It’s messy,
Wild,
Hot,
Amusing.

I was thirsty for you;
I still am.
Our bodies link —
We are dancing in sync.

I see the sorrow in your eyes,
Mixed up with euphoria from the drinks you had.
I can feel my body full of you.
I can sense your body full of me.

I watch your fragile hand,
Moving to the beat of music.
I look at my own —
It’s following yours.

Every move you do,
I copy.
Every feeling you have,
I have.

I’m not able to let go.
I’m too addicted to let you free.
Your suffering from it,
I know.

But the moment had come
And you part from my hand.
You distance so quickly,
And I’m left here with a hole in my heart.

Rain is
The dance of intertwined souls,
Whispers of lovers beneath moonlight,
An eternal prayer of love and boundless giving.
Nature’s song in muted syllables,
A kiss of passion and beauty upon the earth.
The embryo of new life,
A promise of roses and tulips yet to bloom.
A liberation of the mind—from the chains of fear and stress.
A call to awakening,
A beginning with a rebirth of hope.
The essence of life—God’s sacred water.

Hussein Dekmak

A shatter of glitter
Breaks over her eyes
When she looks in the mirror:

Swathes of pink
Speckled by silver circles
Matched by the anxious glittering
Of the waterfall
That is her earrings.

It's her last glance
To hold the spectre
Of herself
Until she explodes
With the other girls;
Prim and dainty.