Remember that time of evil thunders - The sky turned into a dark heaven, But love worked hundred wonders. You know, there's more than seven. When the clouds opened to rinse Our black souls and dirty minds, Water was not enough to convince Us of the duty that binds. Instead we just rained down In streams of tears and sweat, Our poor bodies rained down Until the earth was wet.
The light of your cigarette Glows like a burning star; The lawn is getting wet, Our minds dream high and far. My hair is a thousand birds Flying southward down my spine, And when you say those words Your lips taste like red wine.
Only one small poem To make everything right; It's not to show them Any burden is light, Rather a sudden wish To deny I'm foolish. I may lack the will To close a chapter, I linger on. Still. Describe you thereafter, Count words like moments, Imagine your comments. I may badly miss Your candid direct speech, Commas gone amiss, Paper needing bleach, Handwriting so edgy, The ink - all smudgy... But I've got one small poem, Worth more than a whole book; Only mine, never meant for them. A short lifetime is what it took To see it is not an excuse - The metaphor of you is my muse.
Vējus manā sejā
Tu izkausēji tējā;
Un tajā saltā naktī
Plaukstas viji taktī:
Tikās lūpas salstošas,
Zvaigznes kļuva gaistošas.
Pie Tevis bija silti -
Tavās acīs saules tilti.
Cinnamon-warm hands, Poppy seeds sprinkled in your eyes, That lock of hair immersed in cocoa. I need a soft vanilla kiss That would turn into Freshly plucked melissa. And where is the heart of yours? It beats in a shell of a walnut, Drips tears of lemon sourness, Hurts in the bitterness of rowan, Until it opens up in the rosiness Of an almond tree blossom, Dresses in cotton candy, Wraps me in toffee smell, Charms with the taste of chocolate... I melt in your liquid smile, Hot and caramel sweet, And get lost In the passions Of two cherries.
my humble dedication to G. G. M.
The one who can make believe In magic of fluorescent sea, Lost lovers who never leave, Fortune-tellers who cannot see, Morbid ghost ships made of fear, A mixture of chocolate and blood Trickling down like a tear From enchanted petals of a bud, Is not just a child of fantasy, An eternal adolescent who fights His recklessness and agony Like an army of imagined knights. He is the one who realizes, Even when life is tragical With its losses and prizes, That the reality is magical.
Berlin, Gärten der Welt.
Thank God you are not here tonight, I'd lose my consciousness, my sight. If you came back at early dawn, I'd forget my rationale, my pride, They'd disappear like dew in lawn - Admittedly, that's my other side. The sunrise might bring you back, my dear, Only a matter of time, I fear... 2011 - 4/20/2014