helice93

(night) on a summer day long ago, your toes scribbled a couple of words in the sand soon, the tide had claimed them, giving us back a blank palimpsest (which we later adorned with imprints of tangled bodies) each lonely night i remember what had been written there - but by dawn, i forget it again (dawn) draped in salty air, i watch you sleep as my fingers graze your skin but when i kiss the glistening drops on your shoulder blades, i cannot decide whether i am tasting sea-water, or perspiration, or molten snow (morning) maybe only by loving the sea we come to understand how can so many layers of delight and temperance interweave, stra

In hollowed trunks we embark once we die, and leave for Nabangatai, gliding on foaming moonbeam-crease; Amid coral circles, pelagic shoals we cross to Nabangatai, in search for unending peace; Through rampant wind and tumbling starlight we sail to Nabangatai, tossed by waves between night-sky reefs, walls of lightning, thunder-teeth. Who will follow us to Nabangatai, for final rest under swaying trees, rejoining loved ones who've left long ago below rainbowed clouds bleeding with joyous years? On sunlit wings and celestial paths we land at Nabangatai, where the soul forever sleeps - there's no another death, no pain, no words, only Nabangatai

on the garden swing, you rocked your feline dreams as laughter split the lemonade skies and all of summer's heat was flowing through your arteries, under every inch of tanned skin like trains speeding towards the sunset on the cooling face of the world the walls of the garden collapsed deafeningly slow under the weight of honeysuckle scent and you woke up alone amid cold blasts to see life rushing by like trains in the darkness - but your heart was filled with light, forever holding on to hope and to unbreakable bonds

dust of sorrow covers my skin and my hair as I return from my journey through worlds searching for a spark of hope. opening the door, I find you sitting among scattered autumn thoughts on the floor of my room; your hands wrap around my tired fingers as you say - "I can hear the songs in your heart - please believe that the firmament is made of love and it will never crumble."

and all I want is to reach inside you and gather your flame-bred moments of sorrow, shatter them to pieces with a hammer made of daylight, throw them in volcanic furnaces and breath their smoke as they burn, letting them settle in recesses of my soaring lungs, safely locked away - and and all I want is to reach inside myself and gather my barefoot moments of happiness, bathe them in dewdrops and dry them in the fresh dawn sun, tie them together with a zephyr-vine, offering them to you at sunset when tired and thirsty and the single traveller on a dusty road you look for shadow and a cool drop of life.

(mom) every night I escape from my body and dig galleries in the cryogenic clay of the autumn sky looking for hiding places of my childhood, looking for you. (dad) that night you entered my room and opened windows engraved into the tranquil landscape while I talked with you half asleep, holding you to this world. (memories) november darkness with its tints and tangible depths evokes contours of summer on the walls whispering stories you used to tell me once upon a time

stranded on an island scantily dressed in moonlight, you stare at roiling water resembling a horizon of interweaving words but when you lift your right hand, spirals of silence shackle the weightless sounds

let's run away - forget about all your troubles and fears just for a short while - the scent of lavender fields beckons us to sun-kissed lands let's immerse ourselves in this southern life- symphony - sit on an old terrace overlooking olive groves as we enjoy nougat glacé let's talk as we gaze upon evening skies - about anything and everything, sharing our innermost thoughts and hearts and beings - our friendship

your heart stopped beating here, under rusty leaves and clouds noiselessly, you fell into sun-warmed grass in a hidden glade of Crucur Ridge reddened by the autumn dusk - and death closed your green eyes that had always looked upon alpine forests with love and childlike marvel but your spirit lives on in these trees, and lone travellers passing through will wipe a tear as they listen to their whispers about the beauty of life

weightlessness cuddles you on this drowsy grey dawn like a caring friend feet flying with the wind the world recedes from view as you detach from chaos worries float away on gusts of brimstone breath and hang on to blurred trees you never felt this alive as life is too wonderful to just walk through it