Summer Wind

The breeze that smells of greens,

Of sweet rain and seeds,

I know what it means,

It’s the Wind from my dreams.


Everything that seemed to be gone,

Returns at the purple dawn

When the Summer Wind carries on

Its lightweight path I’ve drawn.



Will you hold my hand

When birds leave for the South?

When I taste tears in my mouth?

Will you hold my hand

When storms destroy their nests?

When my eyes is where sorrow rests?

Will you hold my hand

When they fail to return?

When all my dreams burn?


Dreamless Night

Fell downwards in a spiral of thought,

Only to land on a pillow of sleep.

A seamless nightmare I fought,

Then faded dimensions deep.

Nothing at all except soft oblivion,

Magrittian dream didn’t stop by,

And non-existence was my vision,

Couldn’t even manage to ask why.



The moon is still peering at us from above,

Don’t wake me up, too early for love.

It’s six AM,

In my hands

A hyacinth stem.

There he stands.

Car door open,

Smiling at me,

No words spoken,

I won’t flee…

But the moon is still peering from above,

Don’t wake me up, too early for love.




Or even Eden,

Both Eldorado

And the Holy Grail

Are within a few words.


If you talk

To a butterfly

That grows wings

Over a world of its own.


And Flowers

Of lush gardens

Are nothing against

The land of imagination.


Among dreams,

Nightmares, fancies,

It keeps dancing around

While He puts Baby in the corner

Of His heart.


Brown Eyes

They say I’m as sweet as chocolate,

Not even the dark kind,

But with caramel droplets

That would make others blind.

They think I’m as strong as coffee –

Not as much as espresso…

Maybe a latte kissing toffee?

Still, I energize presto.

Truth is, I’m as bitter

As unsweetened cocoa.

Or flowers that wither,

That come and then go.

As unforgiving and hard

As crystallized amber

That turns a fly charred

And locks it in forever.

Yet – whatever I’ve seen,

There is also some green.

“You just have to be very close,”

He said.



We paint nudes on our sheets,

And then you play for me.

The arrow from Diana’s sheath

Will be the secret key.

I see the inspiration walk

Between our thirsty lips.

You take my lipstick for a chalk

To draw a rose on my hips.

Naked linen drapes around

Your easel and my neck,

Forms my dreams into a sound,

Regrets – into a wreck.

Take everything I own –

The dark, the light, the voice,

All I’ve ever known,

For your art is my choice.

When We Rained Down

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.

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